HI FRUITS!
I missed you! All of you. I even checked in to see what you were saying in my absence, or rather if you were saying things in my absence. And you did. Bless you, you little pip-filled, fleshy, sweet balls of love.
In my tired, stupid, wired, floppy, irritable mindset, it's best I leave the travel rundown for another day, but here are some highlights:
So this is Times Square? Wow..what a filthy waste of energy. I hate it.
Is that Kirsten Dunst? It is!
Another slice please. Cheese again.
Pfft, the Hamptons look just like where I grew up. Just less, you know, filthy-rich and celebrity-soaked.
But it's only 4.30 am... Why are they closing?
Is that Josh Hartnett? It is!
Oooooh, H&M!
This is a club? But it looks like a filthy old garage..... oooh I see!
Of course I'm wearing this inappropriate dress with heels.
Oooh! Victoria's Secrets!
Central Park: What a beautiful park to fall aslee...
Is that Mickey Rourke? It is.Yuk.
I wonder how much money I've spent now...
Oooh! Zara!
DJ AM, I love you.
Ohmygod! Barney's!
But onto the beauty (or lack thereof) side of things.
It took me 30 hours to get home from the door of my hotel in TriBeCa to the door of Casa Fruity.
That's a lot of hours. (30 in fact.)
Needless to say, when I finally schlepped out of the airport, and The Longest Quarantine
Queue ever, my skin looked like a minuscule, devious elf had vacuumed
all of the glow and water and bounce and life out of it.*
(He probably
gave it to some pregnant woman. I'm pretty sure that's what happens:
jetlagged travelers and hungover people unknowingly donate their nice
glowy skin to pregnant woman. That's why they glow. Not hormones.
Devious elves.)
BUT.
Cut to an hour later, and things are looking up.
I did a scrub. It was Kiehls's Pineapple and Papaya scrub (the papain in the papaya acts as a chemical exfoliator, while the grains act as a physical exfoliator) and then lay down with an SK-II mask for ten minutes, followed by a lovely organic Australian hydrating serum The Boyfriend loves called Ethos, (I was at his place) and a thick, thick layer of Creme de La Mer. I then applied copious amounts of Prevage eye treatment.
Add eyedrops, a touch of M.A.C creme blush, some concealer under the eyes, and I look stupidly fresh. Honestly, I look like I've just had a facial. It's incredible, and so strangely fascinating that I'm walking past mirrors and marveling at the difference just 15 minutes and some good product can make.
There was a tip in all of this by the way.
USE A CLOTH MASK WHEN YOU GET OFF A PLANE!
I don't care which brand you buy - just do it, please.
It'll really, really make a difference to post-flight skin.
And because the worst skin is yet to come (days two and three usually) do a mask a day for three days and give dull, crap skin the bird. You can use your regular skin care, (although the super hydrating stuff would be better) but do the masks.
Trust me.
I know stuff.
*Should be noted this is not for want of trying. I used rosehip oil,
La Prairie hydrating serum (sample size), Estee Lauder hydrating eye
cream and Prescriptives Flight Cream throughout the trip. But that much
time in that little air with that many people and that little sleep
will still destroy your skin's will to live.
