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Like most little girls, my very first idea of self-care came from my mother, specifically her relationship with her hair.
She was a stay-at-home mom when my brother and I were really young. I remember her telling me that she told my dad when they got married, she was to have her hair done every two weeks—whether she worked or not.
‘Why Don’t You’ is my weekly tribute to legendary editor Diana Vreeland who penned a column of the same name for Harper’s Bazaar for 26 years begging, “Don’t just be your ordinary dull self. Why don’t you be ingenious and make yourself into something else?”
Vivrant Beauty is the brown girl’s answer to Sephora that celebrates all shades and textures of beauty.
Harlem’s newest resident is full of swoon-worthy skincare, hair products, and cosmetics that I can’t wait to bring home with me.
And trust me, I tried.
“It smells like… wealth… in here,” I slowly tried to articulate my nose to my mom and her friend Ms. Cynthia as we walked through Bergdorf Goodman.
And it did.
The air smelled stale, with hints of the leather handbags, glass cleaner that undoubtedly kept the counters gleaming, glossy lookbook paper, and wafts of expensive perfume.
One of my most treasured possessions is a book I bought at Shakespeare and Co on my first trip to Paris.
Alicia Drake’s Beautiful Fall: Lagerfeld, Saint Laurent, and Glorious Excess in 1970s Paris follows the rise of two men who would change fashion forever—Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent—through delicious snippets of gossip, bringing fashion history to life.
My goal in life is to look like I don’t care.
I know there are people reading this who think this could correlate to my actual personality because I can be a bit tough to read. Listen, living in New York, you see all sorts of crazy things everyday, you’d get a good p-p-p-poker face, too.
In this instance, I just mean I want to look pulled together, effortlessly so.