Enlightenment through sticky tape.
At least we think she's selling concealer.
Marissa Mayer continues to stock up on talent.
It's like he has ESPN or something.
Would you rather associate sunny sidewalks with garbage waft, or with the asphalt and pollen top-notes of Serpentine by Comme des Garçons?
Old dogs can learn new mascara tricks.
Can a gel help me recover from a week of working out Beyoncé-liciously?
Ready for winter to be DONE.
This event gets worse and worse.
The shade sold out in Paris, Melbourne, and New York.
Hippie in the front, porn star in the back.
It's all in the blend.
"I need to find a way to always feel safe and at home within myself."
Twists, dreadlocks, and wide or irregular braids not acceptable.
"Oh my God. I think concealer is empowering. Absolutely."