When in London and Paris for work last week, I snuck in a little time for culture and high on my list was the Guy Bourdin exhibit at Somerset House.
For the uninitiated, you're likely...not. You've seen Bourdin's work or felt his influence countless times. Best known for his years of collaboration with the now defunct Charles Jourdan, Bourdin's work was sexually charged and laced with surrealism. He was also a pioneer of fashion film, and often shot Super-8 films at the same time as his on-location photo shoots, documenting the process behind capturing the perfect image.
If you'll be in London, visit the Guy Bourdin: Image Maker exhibit at Somerset House, now through March 15. Advance tickets (not necessary, in my experience) are available here!
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A new year, a new you, and I don't know a better way to start anew than with a Korean body scrub, peeps. I most recently indulged at the newly opened Spa Castle Premier, sister to the relaxation mecca in College Point, Queens. Three-levels of pampering, including an indoor bade pool with reflexology-style jets and swim-up bar (drinks are EXORBITANTLY priced, fair warning), nude water lounges, and six different kinds of saunas are located discreetly in an inauspicious Midtown office building - you'd never guess it was there.
The center of any Korean spa experience is, make no mistake about it, the scrub. And for the unitiated, it's not a relaxing experience by any measure. You'll be fully nude, and a likely tiny Korean woman in a bra and panties will scrub you, quite literally, within an inch of your life using scrubby washcloths like these. Scrubs at Spa Castle Premier are surprisingly and offensively expensive, starting at $165/50 minutes, but it was $165 well spent regardless, particularly considering that a massage, facial cleansing and shampoo/condition are all part of the experience. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I've never felt cleaner, softer or more ready to take on the world than when I left.
Take some time to lounge in the cafe area, and enjoy something savory (dumpling soup with rice cake?) or sweet (Korean shave ice). You won't want to miss the kimchee either - Spa Castle Premier's was the best I've had, weirdly, ever.
Spa Castle Premier passes, which allow unlimited access to the facilities (scrubs and massages are additional), are $65. To learn more, click here.
Earlier this week, after a workout, I dropped by the Birchbox SoHo store. If you have yet to visit, you're really missing out - there's a great assortment of established and niche beauty brands, great gift-y items, mini services including manicures and, perhaps best of all, a Build Your Own Birchbox station.
While I need more beauty products like I need a hole in my head, I used my upcoming 8 day business trip to London and Paris as an excuse to justify building my own Birchbox - this month's samples were too tempting to resist. For $15, here's what I picked up:
They threw in single-use packets of Oribe Brilliant Shine Shampoo & Conditioner, and also a Dr. Jart Pore Minimalist Sheet Mask as a GWP at the counter, which was a great little thank you (the sheet mask is valued at $7.50 alone.)
Have you visited Birchbox SoHo yet? The bi-level store is located at 433 West Broadway, between Prince and Spring.
It's that time of the year where we take stock and look ahead, and while I've not QUITE formed New Year's resolutions for 2015 just yet, I thought I'd share my style REVELATIONS - discoveries, evolutions - of the past year.
- I'm too old to wear a padded bra. Padded bras make me feel like a giant fraud. So, this year, I purged my lingerie drawers (yes, multiple) ruthlessly and restocked with unlined lace underwire bras from Chantelle, Blush Lingerie (that's the gorgeous Whisper Demi Bra in Nocturne Blue above) and ThirdLove, a Euro-inspired online boutique.
- Nail art is over, o-v-e-r. (For me, that is. No judgement.) While I might indulge occasionally in the v. modern nail art at Paintbox, I suddenly feel quite uncomfortable in a manicure that's not some variation of nude, red or wine. My current mani is CND Vinylux Fedora, a "weekly" polish that lasts a full week with tip wear only, no chips. Easy. Magical.
- For the love of god, I don't need all of this makeup. I don't mean this in a combative, feminist kind of way (although I certainly am a feminist). I mean, while I won't leave my house without makeup, my minimal makeup look is essentially the same as my full face, +/- a smoked out liner or bright lip. So. While it's (so) hard to say goodbye, I'm currently in the time-consuming process of dumping/rehoming 90% of my makeup.
- I'm of an age (mid-thirties, that is) where the risk of being mutton dressed as the proverbial lamb is real. While I will never NOT love a short skirt, let's acknowledge that there's short and then there's...short. If I can't bend over comfortably, it's got to go and what remains will always be balanced by a fuller/flowy top (in the case of shorts), a boyfriend blazer and/or flats (in the case of dresses and skirts).
Even taking into account this year's learnings, I will say that I continue to be surprised by the continuity in my own closet. It's amazing what holds true, year after year - particularly when you invest in pieces (be they expensive or not) that you really love. Let that be a lesson to us all in 2015.