SEPHORA EXPLAINS IT ALL

How a NYC make-up hub explains the demise of magazines: free shit.

So I was in Sephora today (full disclosure: I felt stanky and was seeking a spritz) (Stella in Two: Amber - because I love a fragrance with an addendum - in case you're buying) and thinking about how many NYC chicas I know pop into the chain make-up hub for a lipgloss touch-up en route dates, parties, shows, or the office. (Bacteria: don't ask, don't tell.) When i went in for the perfume, there were about 40 other chicks doing the same thing. Some people check in and put on their entire face. Beeline for the bourgie shit - Chanel, Nars, Dior - and bounce w/out buying a thing.

= User generated content!

Ok this idea is half baked.
Now that Vixen's gone (rip and love to you chicas)... if Teen Vogue goes out of business... what the f am I supposed to look at? where am i supposed to be fashion inspired? seriously. i'm only wearing all tap-dance costumes from now on.

I know this is like real high class turmoil right now - the blog equivalent of retail therapy. And the shopping-mall smell is so fucking mesmerizing. I can almost feel the scent of Cinnabon seeping into my skin.
Permanently.