I’m currently obsessed with PRATIMA Skincare’s Rejuvenating Pearl Cream ($40, pratimaskincare.com). Made with purified pearl shell powder, this moisturizer is pinkies-up fancy and super-duper hydrating.
Although I’m not experiencing the #polarvortex like most of the States right now (sorry, not sorry), my sensitive princess skin adores the mineral-rich formula, and has gotten noticeably brighter and more even since I started using it.
PLUS: It’s organic and completely chemical-free! Which kind of balances out some of the shit I consume and smear all over my body on a regular basis, right? RIGHT.

I’m currently obsessed with PRATIMA Skincare’s Rejuvenating Pearl Cream ($40, pratimaskincare.com). Made with purified pearl shell powder, this moisturizer is pinkies-up fancy and super-duper hydrating.

Although I’m not experiencing the #polarvortex like most of the States right now (sorry, not sorry), my sensitive princess skin adores the mineral-rich formula, and has gotten noticeably brighter and more even since I started using it.

PLUS: It’s organic and completely chemical-free! Which kind of balances out some of the shit I consume and smear all over my body on a regular basis, right? RIGHT.

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Velvetines Lip Stain by Lime Crime, $17
OH NO IT’S SOLD OUT.
Wore it this weekend after hours of vomiting up a fresh-pressed beet-and-kale juice that was supposed to compensate for a night of smashing my phone, breaking my purse, crowd surfing, losing my wallet, finding some guy looking at my ID and then returning my wallet, dancing with a dude ‘cause he gave me a cigarette (I don’t smoke), and listening to Lou Reed records with a guy who looks like Bob Dylan until 7 a.m.
The next night, I was all haggard and exhausted and had 15 minutes to get ready—and this shit SAVED ME.

Velvetines Lip Stain by Lime Crime, $17

OH NO IT’S SOLD OUT.

Wore it this weekend after hours of vomiting up a fresh-pressed beet-and-kale juice that was supposed to compensate for a night of smashing my phone, breaking my purse, crowd surfing, losing my wallet, finding some guy looking at my ID and then returning my wallet, dancing with a dude ‘cause he gave me a cigarette (I don’t smoke), and listening to Lou Reed records with a guy who looks like Bob Dylan until 7 a.m.

The next night, I was all haggard and exhausted and had 15 minutes to get ready—and this shit SAVED ME.