JustCalm Down Spa is trying to scare the crap out of you. They’re offering a few special Halloween treatments that ought to make you equal parts spooky and sexy. Check it out:

The Mummy Wrap

This full body number leaves you feeling all soft and tingly. You’ll be slathered in Moor mud, wrapped up like Tut, then left to marinate. Who knew mummies had it so good?

The Red Hot Devil

This one takes a darker temperament. A hot stone massage loosens muscles while stimulating your body’s pain control mechanism, leaving you intensely relaxed. Oh baby, it hurts so good.

A Pumpkin For Your Thoughts

When you just gotta get your hands on some goo, try JustCalm for a squash-oriented mani-pedi. They use a pumpkin and cinnamon mixture to soften and sooth your hands until they look nothing like Freddy Krueger’s.

JustCalm Down Spa is located 32 West 22nd Street between 5th and 6th Avenues. Stop in for a little Halloween pampering – it sure beats trick or treating!

We’re Bringing Sexy Back…From the Grave
Beauty News answers questions from our die-hard readers
By Gillian Weeks

Dear Gillian,

Freaky And Necro Girl

Dear F.A.N.G.,

Boy, can I relate. I’m a bit pale myself, so it’s important that I keep my skin protected from the sun in order to preserve my youthful complexion. There are a lot of sun products with anti-wrinkle elements as well. It sounds like you’re not too concerned with aging (lucky!), so the best thing for you is to find a cream that gives you maximum protection with minimum greasiness.

Try the Peter Thomas Roth Mini Ultra Lite Oil-Free Sunblock with SPF 30. It has no fragrances and contains antioxidant micellized vitamins A and E. Plus, you can hang it around your neck for those quick sunrise touch ups. Being undead doesn’t mean being unpretty.

Dear Gillian,

Witch Aims for Romance Too

Dear W.A.R.T,

First thing: lose the hat. Seriously. It does nothing for you. Talk about angular – the only time you should be wearing anything pointy on your head is if you’re the Pope. And I think we both know that’s not in your future.

Second, to balance your greenish (ok, just green) tones, you’ve gotta do some color correcting. Use Smashbox Photo Finish Color Correcting Foundation Primer in Apricot to warm up your split-pea complexion. Next apply Nars Powder Foundation in Budapest, which should also counteract all that emerald with its pinkish hue.

Now let’s talk wardrobe. As an urban woman, I know how tempting it is to stick with the all-black uniform, especially in the fall. It’s sophisticated, simple, and practically stain-proof. But you’re looking less Breakfast at Tiffany’s and more Dawn of the Dead. Would it kill you to try on a nice Pucci print headband? Or maybe a colorful Diane Von Furstenberg wrap dress? Don’t let that hussy Glenda have all the fun. It’s time to find an outfit to match that great pair of red pumps you’ve been trying to get your hands on.

Dear Gillian,

Fuzzy In Different Orbits

Dear F.I.D.O.,

Girl, you got to love yourself. In the words of Faith Hill, “I think beauty comes from within. If you’re happy and look at life in the best way you can, even when there are problems, it can make you beautiful on the outside.” She’s right. Don’t go changin’ yourself just because you’ve got a little extra texture. Before you go pouring on the hot wax or firing up the electrolysis laser, think about how you can make the most of what you’ve got.

For instance, get that coat nice and shiny with the right mix of shampoo and product. Start out with Philosophy’s 3-in- 1 Shampoo, Body Wash and Bubble Bath in Strawberry Milkshake, which should both clean your skin and condition your hair. To get that flaxen sheen, finish up with a few spritzes of Ojon Shine and Protext Glossing Mist. You’ll look so good you’ll have to watch out for PETA paint attacks.

Oh and for all those other furry areas, why not give them a good old shredding, or rather threading. Try Shobha http://www.shobhathreading.com for the best shaping of eyebrows and a sugar-wax Brazilian that’s a little sweeter (and less painful) than you’d think – even for the most sensitive skin. Best of all, it won’t leave a sting in your pocket.

Keep your head high and your tail in the air. Work it, girl.

Take a deep breath. Clear your mind. It’s time for some City Pulse Word Association. What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you see:

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Fuzzy. Happy. The emblem of all things good in the world. What I didn’t get for Christmas this year. Or any year. Crap in my shoe.

Celebrations. Weddings. Cristal. Jay Z. Da club. Riedel flutes. Plastic cups. Bathroom floor.

For the most part, all good things. If you want to find a way to tap into all that subconscious joy, then check out tonight’s FluteFest Champagne Tasting Extravaganza. Flute Gramercy will host a tasting of 20 different champagnes with all proceeds supporting Canine Companions for Independence. CCI is a national non-profit that provides highly trained assistance dogs for people with disabilities.

You’ll have the opportunity to taste champagnes from Piper-Heidsieck, G. H. Mumm, Perrier-Jouà«t, Moà«t & Chandon, Paul Goerg, Veuve Clicquot, Ruinart, Taittinger, and many more. Just don’t overdo it. You don’t want to have to add “NYPD Drunk Tank” to the list of word associations.

The event will be held at 40 E. 20th St. (at Broadway and Park Avenue South) between 6:00pm and 10:00pm tonight, Thursday, October 26th. Tickets are $50 in advance and $75 at the door. Click here to buy them now!

Guzzle some bubbly and spread some canine love!

DO GET STUCK IN A Kà–RNER
By Charu Suri

Every city chick knows that all the Global Warming in the world won’t make a dent in her skin if she protects it from UV rays. And trust Körner Skincare to know exactly what to do to nourish that youthful glow that only party-lovin’, champagne-effervescent New York gals (and guys) can boast of.

On October 27th and 28th, in the recesses of the Körner Skincare Room at Bergdorf Goodman’s (where I’m convinced all seriously exotic skincare treatments dwell), you can receive a complimentary one-hour facial with the purchase of two Körner Skincare products (now if that’s not a deal, then I’m willing to bet you’re either a Martian or a Stockbroker).

The facial will aim to repair and combat damages to your skin as a result of you baking in the sun (tsk, tsk…we warned you to apply SPF). The Körner Skincare products that combine biotechnically advanced plant, marine and mineral extracts will be applied lovingly on your face. After a thorough cleansing and exfoliating experience, your skin cells will experience Nirvana by receiving an intense collagen boosting and cell-oxygenating massage, following by a skin dessert of Australian Pink Berry Thermal mask.

When you finish, remember to don those designer sunglasses and carry an umbrella. You don’t want the UV rays to play their wrinkly tricks on you — ever again. To book, call 212-872-2663.

I’m Too Sexy For Your Vote: The Midterm Elections Get Bootylicious
By Gillian Weeks

Yesterday, the cover of the Daily News featured a glamour shot of Hillary Clinton and the headline “‘I Was a Cutie‘.” It’s the latest article in a series that began when News reporter Ben Smith cited comments by Clinton’s Republican opponent for Senate, John Spencer. During a JetBlue flight to Rochester, Spencer reportedly derided Clinton’s looks during her youth. “You ever see a picture of her back then? Whew,” he said. “I don’t know why Bill married her.” Spencer also suggested that Clinton owes her improved appearance to “millions of dollars” of plastic surgery.

Spencer’s remarks have provoked outrage from observers of American politics. Many point to this as an example of the hurdles that female candidates must surmount to become viable candidates, and a representation of the pressures that are placed on a woman’s appearance. “It is nauseating to be hit with Spencer’s (alleged) deeply sexist assumption that a female politico’s looks are in any way worthy of discussion on the campaign trail,” writes Nona Willis-Aronowitz of Salon.com.

Those comments sure triggered my feminist fury: Here we go again, making the ladies work double duty as brainiacs and eye candy. Why can male candidates get bloated and splotchy without facing critique while female office-seekers are monitored with the precision of Kennel Club judges.

Then I did some thinking (and a little research). If you take stock of American politics to date, you’ll find that male politicians have faced some serious scrutiny, and not just with respect to their tax policies. Recall the 1960 presidential debate between John F. Kennedy and Richard Nixon, the classic example of image-driven politics. People listening to the debate at home believed that Nixon had won, while those watching on television handed the victory to the young Senator Kennedy. Apparently his deep tan and sparkling smile overshadowed Nixon’s shadowy visage (and it certainly didn’t help that Nixon was sweating profusely).

Indeed, we have a history of giving both our male and female leaders the once-over. There was Ronald Reagan’s much-touted Hollywood good looks. Former Vice President and veritable hunk Dan Quayle was said to have quite a rapport with women voters. And recently, a Washington Post article made a careful study of the range of candidates running in the midterm elections, noting that “Democrats seem to be fielding an uncommonly high number of uncommonly good-looking candidates.” This observation comes from giving both sexes the eye.

With the radio days behind us, I doubt we’ll become any less aware of our leaders’ chiseled jaws, silken hair, or broad shoulders. Still, I’d also hesitate to say that the introduction of women into politics has led to a sharper focus on the suited T n’ A. It’s certainly absurd that the right haircut can sway a vote, but as long as we expect the same upkeep from our male politicos – and it seems that we do – then at least the playing field isn’t any more off kilter. It turns out John Kerry and his Botox regimen did us ladies a big favor.

New Yorkers Follow their Noses to Fragrance Week NYC
By Allison O’Rourke

The Fragrance Foundation kicked off Fragrance Week October 16th-20th in New York last Monday, with the unveiling of a larger-than-life perfume bottle sculpture exhibit at the Trump Tower. For five days, New York played host to a number of sweet smelling events celebrating the fragrance industry and its influences and inspirations.

The exhibit of 6 foot tall perfume bottles had fragrant beauties sponsored by Bond No.9, Firmenich, Demeter, Drom, Symrise, and the Fragrance Foundation. Each bottle was created and decorated by teams of designers and artists. Bond No.9′s bottle was inspired by New York City and several neighborhoods with namesake scents.

Fragrance week celebrations and events wafted all throughout the city including presentations at Williams-Sonoma, Sugar Lounge, and Aquavit. Another highlight from the week’s events was Temptations and Libations, which featured perfumer Andrea Lupo, master mixologist Jerri Banks, and chef Gretchen Young sharing their expertise on creating culinary delights, fabulous cocktails, and last but not least outstanding fragrances.

Sponsored by Takasago fragrances, Bacardi, and Cosmopolitan magazine, hosts passed out samples of several different culinary creations transporting us into a world where smells, sights, and tastes came together.

Treats like warm spiced carrots, fig with chocolate and berry musk, and delicious red velvet ice cream and cake were too delicious to miss and their cocktail counterparts Chocolate Cherry Fizz, Scented Velvet, and Autumn Glow made for a scent-sory explosion.

Rounding out the week was The Educated Nose, an event featuring a wine tasting experience and wine expert and connoisseur Harriet Lembeck and fragrance expert Stephen Dente of Robertet discussing the relationship between aromas and wine. For the history buffs, there was even a vintage perfume bottle exhibit at the Manhattan Art and Antiques Center. Over 300 rare perfume bottles were on display from the likes of Lalique, Baccarat, and more.

For more information visit www.fragrance.org.

The Valley Girls Impress with the Best
You’re guaranteed to walk out better lookin’
By Gillian Weeks

Julia and Nina Werman are some idealistic entrepreneurs. For the owners of Valley, the latest Lower East Side fashion and beauty fixture, it’s not so much about turning a pretty penny as it is about sharing with their customers their own fantasy shopping experience. The combination store and salon, which sells high-end clothes for women and provides complete nail and waxing services, is also about righting some wrongs. “We’ve had some disastrous beauty experiences, and we wanted this place to be exactly according to our tastes,” says Nina. Life-long self-pampering has turned out to be a good business strategy.

The retail side of Valley plays it safe with their “feminine street wear.” The Wermans offer wardrobe staples – the canvas jacket, the comfy sweater, the casual trouser – in neutral and muted hues. It’s a bit pricey, but it pays off.

“These aren’t things you’d wear once, like a cocktail dress,” says Julia, but “pieces you could wear every day.” A little shopping-friendly math can justify the toll on the plastic. By the time you average out the cost of an expensive jacket over a season of daily wears, it turns out to be quite practical. How convenient.

The nail options are decidedly more extravagant. The Wermans urge you to bypass the French tips for some floral patterns. Their salon specializes in nail art, and their technicians can paint about any portrait, landscape, or still life onto your body’s miniature canvases.

They also provide “Prescription Nails,” a new kind of artificial nails that won’t damage the originals and stay on for 2-3 weeks.

All procedures come with a custom manicure that is intended to treat your hand and nail problems in a focused, personalized way – just like a spa facial or massage. It’s fit for a hand model, a concert pianist, or just someone who likes to point a lot of fingers.

The waxing may not be as much of a pleasure cruise. Still, Valley uses hard wax, which is said to significantly reduce the typically senseless, mind-numbing pain. Julia and Nina personally tested all waxing technician applicants, offering up every follicaled surface of their bodies to find those best at rendering you hairless. The services don’t come at Chinatown prices, but when dealing with such a delicate process, I’d pay to save my tears. It’s best not to cut corners when it comes to your ladyparts.

Finally, the Werman women serve up a heavenly dish of Acai, a Brazilian dish that’s becoming the latest stateside craze. Acai (pronounced Ah-Say-Ee) is made from an imported South American berry and has a sorbet-like consistency and the creaminess of frozen yogurt. The sisters top it off with their mom’s homemade granola and serve it up in heaping portions. You can help yourself with antioxidants and guarana while supplying jobs in depressed areas of Brazil, they say. Resist the urge to ask the Wermans to scoop it directly into your gaping mouth. Save that behavior for ColdStone.

Come to Valley for the clothes, nails, waxing, and acai, but most of all for the Wermans’ infectious enthusiasm. They believe that you deserve the best – and you’ll find that you agree. Valley gives you the license to be appropriately royal.

Slovenia in Sequins: Maja Ferme Awakens Our Inner Goddesses
By Gillian Weeks

Photo by Ian Bone

Not a lot jumps to mind when it comes to Slovenia. I usually group it together with other Eastern European countries, picturing grim industrial landscapes encased in a fog of unfiltered cigarette smoke – a place where comrades drink black coffee spiked with diesel fuel and hoist up their wool trousers with belts of twine. Yes, I know Slovenia is no longer ruled by a communist regime, but I imagine fashion might change slower than political leadership.

It turns out I was wrong. The newest member of the European Union and NATO has certainly turned the corner, at least when it comes to fabrics. Slovenian fashion star Maja Ferme demonstrated at her American debut fashion show, held on October 17th in a Midtown loft, that Slovenia has embraced a sunnier style. Her couture designs resembled classical goddess gowns and nymph-like robes. With the bright colors, sequins, and shimmer, it was a bit of Athens-meets-South Beach.

Photo by Ian Bone

While the detail of the hand-painted fabrics and beading were impressive, the truly remarkable element of Maja Ferme’s collection was the immaculate construction. Within each of the flowing gowns was a figure-firming corset, which pumped up the Botticelli curves of every aspiring Venus that walked the runway.

Maja Ferme does not yet have her creations for sale with any retail supplier, though she does have a growing clientele that places their orders through info@majaferme.com. She says she is eager to expand her American business, but because of the enormous effort that goes into each dress, they will remain a limited commodity. Keep your eye out for elegant ladies in Maja Ferme’s otherworldly designs this spring – they’ll be the ones throwing the lightning bolts.

Going down as a “What were they thinking” moment: Jeffrey wins Project Runway? Were the judges watching the same shows we were? Was this a sympathy vote after Laura’s random assertions that Jeffrey didn’t sew his own collection? Yeah, Jeffrey is cool (in that tortured artist/rock n’ roll hipster kind of way) but we’re going to bet designs by Uli and Laura will be making editorial pages, as well as bank, above & beyond anything the temperamental tattooed artist has up his Goth sleeves. Still, it was touching to see the tough guy cry.

And now, a little CP Jam Session…

Try to imagine a movie without a soundtrack. Better yet, try to imagine a movie with the wrong soundtrack. For instance, think of Scarface with Sarah McLachlin, or Pride and Prejudice with some Snoop Dog. It’s sort of like finding peanut butter in your cheeseburger. The same thing can happen when we’ve got the wrong soundtrack to our lives.

I find that when I take my iPod for a walk, life seems a little more profound. But should I go into a business meeting with Ashlee Simpson squawking in my ears, I’ll wish I’d stuck to street noise.

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So, mes amies, I’ve put together a few short mixes that I believe you’ll enjoy as a sort of “soundtrack to life”. Whether you’re headed out for a Sunday stroll in the park, high-stepping to your way to a night on the town, or desperately in need some extra juice on the way to the office…this isn’t just background music. These are songs that will make your life a little, well, cinematic.

Click on the subheadings to listen to playlist samples and buy songs from iTunes Music Store:

Woody Allen has taught us that nothing goes better with Manhattan scenes than some good old-fashioned crooning. And it’s true – there’s something about the New York City skyline as viewed from the Central Park reservoir that begs for a brass section. Two of the songs on our list (“Teach Me Tonight” by Dinah Washington and “Love Me or Leave Me” by Nina Simone) give you just what the neurotic movie icon ordered. Washington’s singular voice can elevate any melody, and the improvised jazz fugue in “Love Me or Leave Me” will have you playing air piano.

The other tunes on the list offer a fresh take on the jazz tradition. “The Tallest Men…” by Sufjan Stevens uses instruments with a playful purpose, while young alto saxophonist Soweto Kinch mixes in some hiphop beats with jazz chords. Finally, Jean Grae raps about city life over a bouncy piano. It may not be old New York, but Woody doesn’t have to know.

Think of this as Jock Jams for the girl about town. Get this in your head before you enter the ring (or, say, the bar) and you’ll be an unstoppable chatting, toasting, and scene-making force. Let’s get ready to rumble, indeed.

As you’re strutting down the avenue in your Saturday best, pop in the ear buds for Tina Turner’s “Bold Soul Sister.” Even though the title says it all, her line “it’s my thing – gonna do what I wanna do” gives the night out a nice feminist kick. The other songs range from pure sexy (“Ooh La La”) to SoCal cool (“Scarlet Begonias”). All have got a beat you can powerwalk to – just in case you’re running fashionably late.

Most of my mornings begin with staring resentfully into a cup of low fat yogurt. I spend the next forty-five minutes in the various stages of beautification (febreezing, powdering, detangling) and then lurch out the door no less than five minutes after my target time. About the only thing that stops me from karate chopping the subway attendant is the sweet sound of Belle and Sebastian being piped through my iPod.

The right morning mix can turn you into one of those mildly irritating carpe diem types. You want something gentle at first – start out with Regina Spector’s lovely head voice – then something a little sunny and cheerful – like a track off of B&S’s latest album. Then turn up the volume with a smidge of rock and roll. Nothing too crazy; you don’t want to head-bang your way into the boardroom. Then again, a little morning-appropriate rocking might prove refreshing, and definitely won’t give you coffee breath.

If music can tame the savage beast, just think of what well chosen melodies can do to get you in the right groove.

If you are looking for musical accompaniment for other situations, shoot me an email with questions, or if you have a great compilation you’d like to share with me and the other girls of Gotham, shoot me a playlist. Gillian.M.Weeks@gmail.com

Music to tame, or unleash, your inner beast
By Alisa Leonard

Ladies…ladies! While I’m sure you’re all atwitter over Marie Antoinette opening this Friday (I’m tres excited myself), let’s not forget the uber-cool music gigs coming our way this month. That’s right, get ready to channel your inner Patti Smith and don your chic rocker duds downtown in the coming weeks. Afterall, this is Gotham, and we’re privy to some of the most amazing musical talents in the world.

First up is old school indie fav Mojave 3 at the Bowery Ballroom featuring soft-spoken frontman Neil Halstead on Saturday, October 21st. Next in the line up is must-see Swedish import Love Is All at The Knitting Factory down on Leonard Street, let your inner hipster rock out to the cacophony of happy indie pop on October 27th. And for all you rock aficionados, don’t miss the hotties from San Francisco, The Rapture, on October 30th at Webster Hall.

Ok, so maybe smoke-filled rooms in the East Village aren’t your thang. Well, for you highbrow types it’s time to mark the calendar for Madame Butterfly. Performance dates include Saturday the 21st and Tuesday the 24th. Also at the Met this month: Rigoletto and Tosca. If you’re curious about what it’s like behind the scenes, there is a backstage tour on October 29th, as well as pre-performance studies of operas that are performed on Saturdays. This season, the folks at the met have put forth a concerted effort to engage new patrons, so make sure to check out their website for weekly events. www.metoperafamily.org/metopera/season/. Also at Lincoln Center is “World Beats Unite“. Spend an evening with Grammy-winning jazzman Joe Zawinui at the Rose Theater October 27 & 28th.

Finally, a heads up for the soon-to-be-sold-out November event, “The Music of Bob Dylan.” A host of celeb singers including Ryan Adams, Sandra Bernhard, Cat Power, and Natalie Merchant (to name but a few) are gathering at Avery Fisher Hall to pay homage to The Poet himself, Bob Dylan. This stellar concert event will benefit the Music for Youth organization. For more information: www.musicforyouth.org/bobdylan.

Whatever your musical genre of choice, the city is teeming with amazing, can’t miss performances this time of year. Get out there and get your groove on!

Music to tame, or unleash, your inner beast

Disco and Diamonds
By Devorah Rose

I wake up on Wednesday morning with a monster headache – I’m just not one of those New Yorkers who can survive on three to five hours of sleep. The good thing about being a girl about town in Manhattan is you can attend two, sometimes three events a night. The bad thing about being a girl about town in Manhattan is you can attend two, sometimes three events a night…and 7 am tends to rear its ugly head a little too fast on the mornings after.

I roll out of bed and scale the mounds of clothing between me and the bathroom. I check the mirror – my hair looks like I’ve been hanging out in some cave in Afghanistan (move over Osama). I take a good look at my reflection and I’m half way through my sentence when I realize that I just asked myself, aloud “Are you really going to be able to pull it together for this evening?” Missing the Disco and Diamonds Gala (hosted by Denise Rich) is just not an option…so I proudly and spiritedly answer aloud: Without A Doubt!

As usual, I’ve overbooked my day, leaving too little time to even collect my Lucia Rodriguez custom creation of a dress. Mon dieu! Before you know it, it’s already five o’clock! Thankfully, Lucia had the foresight to have the frock messengered to my apartment. Reality sets in: this event begins at seven, so I have about twenty minutes to find shoes. Anything over that and I’ll be late to the event. OK Whatever, let’s be honest: I will definitely be late to the event. Thankfully, random shoe stores populate almost every corner of midtown Manhattan, and though I’m tempted to hop a cab up to Christian Louboutin, I know that will catapult me from fashionably late to “who does she think she is”.

The first store I walk has paired passé shoe trends with ridiculous prices – four hundred for a pair of gem-studded mules? When were those ever in style? I can imagine some random fashion victim sporting metallic gold leggings, walking an Afghan Hound, and wearing this particularly atrocious choice of footwear. Wait, gold leggings are in this season…in fact, the display window at Norma Kamali has most of the mannequins in metallic gold leggings. Mental note: pop into NK this week. I flee the shop and walk another five blocks hoping to find a decent shoe store. You’re going to guess that, since there is more text to follow, I found an adorable pair (right you are) and hopped a cab for chez moi.

Manny, my doorman, greets me with a smile on his face and my dress hanging from his fingertip. It’s not like seeing me rush through the lobby is an anomaly for him. I’d say it’s more of a routine, actually. By the time I’ve opened the door to my apartment I already have my jeans undone and in one (what I’d like to call graceful) maneuver, I am out of my day clothes and sliding into this amazing creation. I suck in my breath and try to close the dress’ corset top. I can’t do it. I give it a good inhale, just like yoga class, and struggle to bring the tiny hooks on one side of the corset closer to the row of eyes on the opposite side. The dress is about three sizes too small. This just can’t be happening right now!?! OK, that was out loud again. Oopsie.

By this time it’s already six thirty five. I fall back onto the sofa. And I thought the shoes were going to be the big challenge. Ok, out loud again, but what the hell, I have bigger issues at hand right now.

Ring. Ring.

“Lucia…sorry to bother you but the dress doesn’t close. I don’t know what to do”
“What do you mean?” says the voice on the other end of the line.

“It just doesn’t fit and I don’t know what to do.”
“Okay, I’m in the middle of closing up the showroom. I’ll come over and open the corset.”

“Open the corset?”
“Do you have scissors?”
“Yes.” (I’m thinking Any girl who trims her own split ends has scissors)

How exactly does one open up a corset? Will it fit properly after the opening? Would a glass of wine to calm the nerves make the fitting more difficult for Lucia? These shoes really do look hot with this dress. Thoughts and questions roll around in my head like dice in a craps ring. It’s seven twenty and I’ve resigned myself to staying in. As I reach for my pajama pants I tell myself that by the time I get there, all the guests are going to be sitting down eating dinner anyhow…and I will feel like a party crasher – and not in a clever Vince Vaughn sorta way.

Just about that time, my fairy dress-mother (Lucia) arrives, armed with all kinds of sewing accoutrements.

“I’m happy you’re here but it’s too late,” is my hello.
“Nonsense. This will take two seconds.” She sure can be authoritative!

Like a Latina superwoman, Lucia fixes the dress in less than ten minutes. The fit is perfect!

“Fabulosity?” Lucia asks.
“Fabulosity,” I confirm.

Without missing a beat, Lucia says, “Let’s go. I’ll give you a ride.”

By the time I get to the party it’s eight thirty but people are still arriving. So I thank my Lexus-driving fairy dress-mother and step out of the car. It’s 8:30 and I am ascending the grand steps of Capitale. I pause for a moment, as someone rushes past me onto the red carpet, and take in the entire scene -“Yep, fabulosity.” Ummm, I hope that nobody heard that. Another car pulls up to the curb and the a hundred flashes come zooming through the atmosphere from the row of cameras lining the entryway. I smile, thinking to myself, no, I’m not late at all…I’ve arrived exactly at the right time!

Inside I join the crowd that has assembled to support Denise and the G&P Foundation for Cancer Research. The mistress of Ceremonies, Kimora Lee Simmons, looked absolutely stunning in a long white glittering dress and cascading curls. Among the many highlights of the night were Gloria Gaynor singing “I’ll survive” as well as Sister Sledge belting out “We are Family.”

I reflect on my day as I take in my surroundings. Lucia, Manny, the guy who sold me these amazing shoes; my own little event-preparation Family. I hear myself chime in with the Sisters, “We are Family”. And this time, I meant to say it out loud!

Devorah Rose is the Editor in Chief of Social Life Magazine. www.sociallifemagazine.com

When it comes to shopping for cosmetics, you gotta know when to go for the gold – and when to stick to copper. For instance, I don’t blow my wad on fancy hairspray when I know Herbal Essences works just as well, but I will lay down the Visa for the right designer lip gloss. From the 17th to the 22nd, CoverGirl Cosmetics is urging you to ditch your department store mascara for something eminently cheaper and ever more fabulous – their new LashExact Mascara.

CoverGirl’s latest addition to their beauty roster includes a breakthrough brush. LashExact gives you the come-hither fullness without the keep-back clumps. That means all the extension with none of the goop.

The purple CoverGirl van will be pulling up to various spots in and around New York next week. Turn over your upmarket mascara for a brand new tube of LashExact and prepare to be converted to the world of drugstore cosmetics. You can’t beat the price – be clump-free for free!

Tuesday, October 17
11AM – 1PM Grey Worldwide Building, 777 3rd Avenue

Sunday, October 22
10AM-1PM CVS: 22-08 31st Street, Astoria
3PM- 6PM Kmart: 5151 Sunrise Highway, Bohemia

Beauty in a Bottle
By Lauren Baccus

Anna Nicole for Trim Spa? Why not. Kristie Alley for Weight Watchers? Sure, that’s pretty plausible. But what in celebrity endorsement tarnations is Carmen Electra doing as the face of NV, a new beauty enhancing weight loss pill?

At her recent soiree to celebrate the new ad campaign, the petite Carmen made it clear that NV was not just about dress size.

“My goal in this was not to loose weight, I’m happy with my weight the way it is…I just want to maintain where I’m at.”

Since taking the little red pill four months ago, Carmen, who says she has used only dietary supplements prior to NV, has noticed a definite but comfortable energy boost thanks to the product’s addend ginseng. Not only does Carmen feel good in her skin, but she’s also noticed that her itself skin feels remarkably better, another benefit from a pill that’s being touted as a more well-rounded beauty product. In fact, a quick peek at the ingredient list is like a virtual buffet menu at your local plastic surgeon’s office: collagen, silica, and biotin…whatever that is, I’ll take two please.

Thicker shinier hair, stronger nails and glowing, radiant skin. All part of the package with NV’s new diet pill…oh yeah, and that cute little waistline too.

For more information about NV, call 1-800-975-NVME (6863) or log onto www.bedesired.com.

I Love Henri Bendel: Three Days of Free Facials Wait for You
By CS

The last time I received a facial, I felt as though my skin had witnessed a resurrection of sorts. After having pooh-poohed the idea of treating my face to an hour’s worth of scrutiny under the mirror (and who wants every pore of their skin magnified, every blemish gazed upon with pity? Facials are definitely not for the faint of heart). And after that much scrutiny, I was hardly elated to fork over several greenbacks to the esthetician’s beautiful and dainty palm.

But New York, city of dreams and ruthless entrepreneurs, also has a pretty large heart. For three glorious days, Henri Bendel — my Baudelairean beauty lair — will offer free facial spa services in the Spa Room (yes, you heard me. Free. This is not a typo) using products from Awake cosmetics. After one-on-one skin consultations, you can enjoy a treatment chosen from a menu, to address your particular skin concern. As an added bonus, a special gift is offered with a purchase during the event.

Call 212-904-7959 to book (remember to rush to the phone once you’ve read this). And this time, you can safely leave your wallet at home.

Manhattan Rodeo or How I Got My Urban Cowgirl On
By Lauren Baccus

The invitation said to don your best denim duds. I was a little worried; what kind of ho-down would this be? My fleeting reservations apparently weren’t shared by too many other folk attending ASPCA’s Annual Young Friends Event to benefit horse sanctuaries across the country.

The island’s “city critters” (no, not the things that go bump in the subway) filled the west side space with a barnyard of denim, a fair amount of plaid, and more than one bonafide cowboy hat – boot combo. Perhaps bolstered by a cup of Heartland Brewery Pumpkin Ale, I even made a small wager with another partygoer whether anyone would brave the night sporting chaps and a lasso. I lost.

The jean-clad crowd, however, was much more willing to support the night’s charitable activities by bidding on some of the incredible items in the silent auction such as an autographed “Eli Manning” football helmet, a Godiva Chocolate gift set, ten Le Tigre Polo Shirts and even tickets to the BCBG Max Azria Fall 2007 collection, complete with outfits. This was turning out to be more than your average shindig.

With the evening’s event’s, chaired by honoree, Maria Menounos, the ASPCA continues to work for one of its original and ongoing causes: promoting the humane care and respect for horses one of its top priorities. Since the mid 1800′s, the organization has made significant efforts to educate horse owners about responsible care and alternatives to auctions and slaughter.

If you would like to find out more information about the work of the ASPCA and how you can help fight cruelty to animals throughout the country, please visit www.aspca.org.

If you’ve ever dared to wear white in New York (or rather winter white for my post-Labor Day fashionistas), you probably found out just how grimy this city can be. Unless you had the privilege to be shuttled around town from one pristine incubator to the next, a fair amount of gunk probably wound up on your clothes, your shoes, on your skin and in your hair. Proof positive of all the ‘gunk’ you can pick up just existing here in Gotham. In addition to all the microscopic yuckiness, add a heaping dose of the daily grind, stress at home, endless responsibilities and the inevitable drama of life. We might not see it right away, but the effects of living in one of the most populated cities in the world can take quite a toll on one’s “delicate constitution”. My dears, a soak in a bath-full of squeaky toys does not a “detox” make.

Enter Spa Week 2006.

Launched only two years ago, Spa Week has exploded into one of the most anticipated city-wide events of the year. As fond as I may be of the hyperbole, I swear on a stack of fluffy white robes that this phenomenon may be the best thing to happen to New York since Fresh Direct. Yes. I said Fresh Direct.

The goal of Spa Week is to bring the spa experience to the masses by offering full services usually running between $100 and $200 for the much more populous-friendly price of $50 (not including gratuity). Co-founders Christina Castro and Cheryl Reid of C&R Media believe that when spa treatments are available as part of a healthy lifestyle as opposed to a once-in-a-blue-moon kind of luxury, visiting the spa can become as common place as going to the gym. So they created a week dedicated to generate new client-spa relationships by making it affordable to try new treatments and locations.

This year, Spa Week graces our fair city October 16th – 22nd. Participating spas typically offer two or three particular treatments during this time at a discounted rate, so be sure to check online at www.spaweek.org before booking an appointment. The site also offers helpful “How To Spa” tips and even gives you the opportunity to rate your experience at a particular spa.

How many more stinky cab rides do you need before you decide to defunk, destress, and above all, completely delight in this year’s spa offerings? Yeah, we didn’t think so. For more information on Spa Week in New York or any other participating states, visit: www.spaweek.org.

A World of Style on the UES
By Lauren Baccus

Now I’m not one to gossip (says the Jerry Springer of the Lower East Side), but what may begin as an innocent google search on New York socialite Nina Griscom, pulls up more steamy bites than a basket full of dim sum. Here I am, hard at work gathering information on Griscom’s self-titled Lexington Avenue store, only to find instead all the private going’s on of a woman dubbed the closest thing to a femme fatale this city may currently boast. Well. What an introduction. It’s hard to follow up a listing on David Patrick Columbia’s New York Social Diary, but the stuffed white peacock gracing the the window of Nina Griscom’s Upper East Side store-front is an admirable start.

Stepping into the intimate space is a bit like playing a very fabulous game of “Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?”. Unique pieces from every part of the globe seem to mingle in odd harmony: a goatskin-covered side table next to a delicately mirrored vanity; coral candle holders flanking a nautilus shell and silver gravy boat. Somehow it works…or maybe I’m just a sucker for high society. Whatever the case, Griscom’s collection of home furnishings is truly an eclectic mix of irreverence, elegance and pure chic. Dare you ask for prices? “Fatale”, indeed.

For a closer look at Nina Griscom’s fine furnishings, visit:
Nina Griscom
958 Lexington Ave. (at 70th St.)
212-717-7373

Set Your Own Scene: Hot Sources for Home Décor
By Gillian Weeks

William Wayne, 40 University Place (between 9th and 10th Streets)
or 850 Lexington (between 64th and 65th Streets)

Next time you have a case to crack, stop by William Wayne for some items that are sure to lend an air of mystery to any parlor. Try the heavy-duty magnifying glasses, ornate letter openers, or bamboo bowls. Every piece in this shop seems to have a story – or at least offer a clue.

Jonathan Adler, 47 Greene St. (between Broome and Kenmare)

Jonathan Adler is playing a dangerous game. Like the boys of Jackass II, or the minds behind VH1′s Flavor of Love, Adler’s designs approach the bounds of good taste without fully crossing the line. His designs recall shag carpeting and linoleum with his wool throw pillows, and some of his kitschy centerpieces might belong in Grandma’s glass menagerie. Still, he applies restraint in all the right places. Though his fall color palate has the burnt oranges and split-pea greens of the beloved 1970s, they are used only in moderate swatches – just enough to give your chaise lounge a little bit of mojo.

In the spirit of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, it is more than just an honor for us to make mention of the individuals and organizations who participate in the ongoing effort to combat this disease. To them we raise a glass and toast, for without their work and generous spirit, we may never have thought it possible to even hope for a cure. Through them we find the depths of kindness, insipiration and even the most seemingly insignificant opportunities to change the lives of others. As we celebrate now, let us use this moment to continue to educate, support and give hope to some of the women affected by breast cancer in this country.

Riedel Crystal, one of the most respected names in glassware, has created for this year’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month, the limited edition Pink “O” Champagne glass. With the success of last year’s wine tumbler, Riedel hopes to exceed the $50,000 the company was able to donate in suport of the nonprofit organization, Living Beyond Breast Cancer. A pair of the glasses retails for $27, of which 15% goes directly to LBBC whose mission is to “empower women affected by breast cancer to live as long as possible with the best quality life”.

That in itself is deserving of a toast…à  votre santé

For more information about the Riedel Pink “O” Champagne glass, visit www.riedel.com.

For information on Living Beyond Breast Cancer, visit www.lbbc.org or call 1-888-753-5222.

Betty Crocker Gets Fierce
By Gillian Weeks

Prepare a roast with a side of irreverence with Sandra Bark and Vin Ganapathy’s Cheap and Easy: A Cookbook for Girls on the Go. This book guided me on my first expedition to the kitchen. Its recipes for flashy dishes, such as Mojito Pork and Quiche Me Quick, impressed my dinner guests and met the idiot-proof promise. Sure, it’s not as easy as sticking a burrito in the microwave, but it will let you pass for a genuine domestic.

Check out the link below for a demonstration of Bark and Ganapathy’s superb Beer Chili. It requires only one big pot and some simple ingredients – a collection veggies, some ground beef, and a lot of spice. Oh, and beer.

Ingredients:

Click here to watch me mop the floor with Rachel Ray here.

• One whole bell pepper
• One cup of celery
• One can of whole kernel corn
• One cup of onion
• Three minced garlic cloves
• Two tablespoons olive oil
• One pound of ground beef
• One can of chopped tomatoes
• Two cans of kidney beans
• One 12-oz can of beer
• Chili pepper to taste
• Hot sauce to taste

Sauté the garlic, bell pepper, celery, and onion with olive oil in a large, one-quart pot. After the vegetables are soft, crumble in the ground beef. Cook until brown.

Add the corn, tomatoes, kidney beans, and beer. Stir it all together.

Let it simmer for 45 minutes or until thick. Garnish with a whole lotta cheese, sour cream, or any high cal dairy product.

Salud!

The last time somebody advised me to “make lemonade out of the lemons of life”, I was less than inspired to take such seemingly obvious advice. I wanted to whine and moan and enjoy the bitter taste to its very end. The last thing I wanted to do was confront the situation head on, and figure out a way to make it work. I had been defeated by fruit.

And then there are individuals like Alex. Alex Scott was not even a year old when she was diagnosed with cancer. At the age of four, she decided to set up a lemonade stand and donate the proceeds to the hospital where she had been receiving ongoing treatment. By 2005, one year after Alex finally succumbed to her illness at the age of 8, her simple idea had reached over 30,000 people worldwide who had, in turn, set up 3,500 stands of their own.

Armed with more than their fair share of lemons and a simple dream of “fighting childhood cancer, one cup at a time”, Alex and her family are the truest examples of the power of one. Despite Alex’s too-early departure, she paved the way for others to make a difference, not only in their own lives, but in the lives of others. In testament to the enduring spirit of a little ingenuity, a dose of hope and an unshakable supply of courage, the work of Alex lives on. Her foundation, Alex’s Lemonade Stand, continues to encourage children and adults alike to recognize the value of any and every effort made for the greater good.

Sometimes, we need to hear a story like Alex’s to realize how beautiful the human spirit can be. There’s nothing it can’t make sweeter.

For more information about Alex and her foundation, visit www.alexslemonade.org.

Say hello to Betty
By Lauren Baccus

“Hey mom, I want you to test something out with me. It’s hair color…for down there”  “Down where?”

“There?”  “There?”

“Yeah, are you in?”  “There?”

“Live a little, mom. It’s in the mail”  “OK, but I’m just trying to figure out how many people are supposed to know about the end results…”

And here’s her answer…

In possibly the wierdest mother-daughter bonding episode in recorded history, so began the grand experiment that was “Betty“- hair color specifically made for the “hair down there”. I, of course, gleefully opted to walk the line between frivolity and raging porn star, choosing a divine hot pink. Of the remaining colors, BLONDbetty, AUBURNbetty, BLACKbetty and BROWNbetty, Mom decided to play safe with good girl brown.

With all the dye I’ve slopped onto my head over the years, I’d never given much though to completing the entire look with a matching, er, “patch”. In fact, it was not until Betty creator, Nancy Jarecki traveled to Rome and witnessed women leaving hair salons with a small bag of extra dye for just that purpose, that she decided to do a little primary investigation of her own. It turned out that, despite a real demand for a product of its nature, no such thing existed in the States. Betty had been born.

The best thing about this product was the non-drip formula. Sitting awkwardly for the 30+ minutes while the dye did its work was bearable in large part because the color stayed put. Betty’s other great selling point is that it really works. The coverage is good and the colors are rich. I was informed by my co-guinea pig that all the grey had indeed vanished.

Although I was tickled pink at the little all-in-one mixing tray and spatula, there was a huge amount of dye left over. At first I was genuinely worried that I may have missed some mass memo. Is “fro” the new “landing strip”? Oh my. My mother also mentioned the excess and while I was able to talk her out of saving the leftovers, I failed to admit to her that I was tempted to do the same. I know, I know. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa.

As open as our dialogue is, let’s just say there are some lines that I don’t cross with my mother. So her big reveal remains a mystery to me. As for myself, I was given inquisitive and dramatic looks. Was I considering a career in porn? Hmmm…the unveiling hadn’t gotten the kind of reaction I had anticipated. Ah well. Eventually I was back to my original color and the “Ron Jeremy” references died down.

At $20 an application, Betty is a special treat for the budget conscious and a delicious little “toilet” for those who are able to incorporate it into their regular routine. I don’t think my betty will be ready for another application too soon, but I did enjoy the brief thrill during my time as the “Pink Panther”. With additional colors and (gasp) sparkles (YES! I said sparkles) set to debut in 2007, I’m interested in experimenting, maybe even pulling a prank on my favorite waxer. Hey, what’s the point of having a betty if you can’t have a little fun with her?

For more information on getting your betty booped, visit www.bettybeauty.com.

One Tall Drink of Water: How to Stay Chic at 5’12″
By Gillian Weeks

Some people think that complaining about being tall is like complaining about being rich. It’s true that the model form these days is long and sleek, and some of our most treasured beauty icons, such as Cindy Crawford and Gwyneth Paltrow, draw their breath from a thinner atmosphere. But the fact remains that this world is built for women with a shape that’s less aerodynamic. At six feet (or the more feminine 5’12″), I’ve struggled to find long inseams, low heels, and tall men. It’s hard to fit in the scene when you can’t even fit in your clothes.

I’ve made a study of the best sources for tall sizes. I don’t need an entirely different wardrobe than most of the women walking the streets, but there are a few items that require a bit of extra fabric. Below are some hints and tips if you should find yourself in accidental high-waters:

• Here’s a great excuse to spend obscene amounts of money. I find that designer jeans are made much longer than low- or mid-range jeans. Diesels come in 34″ inseams, and Rock and Republic makes theirs so long you could walk around on stilts. Next time you break the bank for some quality denim, remember that you had no choice. Check out the denim rack at Henri Bendel’s.

• In truth, I don’t mind being 5’12. It’ being 6’3″ that I don’t like. I look for shoes that have the appearance of dangerous stilettos without giving me mannish proportions. Try Irregular Choice shoes, which have sensible heels and all the personality footwear can muster. Pick them up at Nordstrom and many tasteful boutiques throughout the city.

• When it comes to suiting, it’s best not to cut any corners. If you’re hoping not to go through the tailoring process but still want the lower half of your forearms covered, try the tall size options from www.Jcrew.com. The jackets fit much better in both the waist and the sleeves, and the pants are long enough for some ambitious pumps. Make sure your power suit doesn’t look wimpy.

And now for an invitation: send me some of your tips for shopping for your body type. Where do you find cutting edge petites? What are good tops if you’re top heavy? How do you dress up sensual curves? Share your suggestions for the next installment and get the skinny on how to work what you got.

A Tough Break for Working Girls from Forbes.com
By Gillian M. Weeks

Forbes.com recently published a story by Michael Noer, called “Don’t Marry A Career Woman,” that cautioned against tying the knot with gainfully employed women. His argument is based on a number of economic, sociological, and psychological studies that associate professional ambition and high incomes among women with unhappy marriages. Noer extends the consequences to nearly apocalyptic proportions, citing alcoholism, suicide, cancer, and bankruptcy.

The original article can be found at:
http://www.forbes.com/home/2006/08/23/Marriage-Careers-Divorce_cx_mn_land.html

Noer’s “career woman” isn’t quite the power-hungry Amazon he makes her out to be. He’s talking about a woman with a college education who works more than 35 hours a week and makes at least $30,000 a year. You don’t have to be Hillary Clinton to qualify. This is one heck of a modest definition. It includes women who are working in dead-end jobs earning a meager salary such that, combined with their husbands’ income, their families will be able to meet the daily expenses of living and maybe, just maybe, afford health insurance and a vacation. Does the daily grind of trying to make ends meet create stress in a relationship? You bet. Does this strain sometimes build to a breaking point? It happens all the time.

Even when you set aside Noer’s weak definition of a “career woman,” and even if you accept these studies that establish dubious statistical relationships, there’s still an essential flaw in his argument. Noer is applying economic thinking to personal relationships. It’s a two-dimensional approach that sometimes yields interesting results. Rather than knocking his methods, let’s beat him at his own game.

In between his references to statistical significance and labor specialization, he misses the most basic of economic tools: cost-benefit analysis. Noer gives us a list of the costs – reluctant mothers, dirty houses, cheating wives – but fails to appreciate the obvious benefits to marrying a career woman. To be fair, he does give the working girls among us a nod of support for our “seemingly good” attributes. “After all,” Noer writes, “your typical career girl is well educated, ambitious, informed and engaged.” After this, though, it’s all slings and arrows.

In some sense, he’s right: marrying a complex and intelligent woman comes with a lot of challenges. But isn’t that the point? Isn’t that why people choose to raise orchids, not daisies? It’s a tennis or ping-pong sort of question. The understanding is that, although it might require a lesser botanist, or be easier on the elbow, taking on the simple task won’t ultimately be as satisfying as the real thing. I’m not knocking stay-at-home moms – that’s certainly a demanding job – but rather drawing a distinction between focused, goal-oriented women and those whose complacence makes them Noer’s ideal bride.

Why do men marry career women even though we can be bad housekeepers and sometimes hard to please? Because we’re wonderful. In economic terms, I’d say the benefits stand head and shoulders above the costs, even in sensible boardroom pumps.

Do you have a delicate constitution? Are you satisfied by a radicchio leaf and a radish rose? If so, Time Out New York’s 2006 Eat Out extravaganza is not for you. This event brings together 40 of the city’s top restaurants, including Modern, wd-50, and Nobu 57, for less than the price of eating at one. Ongoing aperitifs will be provided by Chopin vodka, Stella Artois, Beaujolais, and San Benedetto, and attendees will take home a free copy of the 2007 Time Out New York Eating & Drinking guide.

Get your taste buds in gear and cleanse your palate ­this is gonna be a night of gastronomic glory. For more information and to purchase tickets, please visit www.timeoutnewyork.com/eatanddrink.

Vintage Accessories: Why Granny’s Got It Goin’ On
By Gillian Weeks

If there’s something we can learn from the Gap’s new Audrey Hepburn advertising campaign, it’s that the Funny Face generation had style. At times it seems like we modern fashionistas are just reinventing the wheel. Sure, we’ve made some valuable contributions, such as universally flattering boot cut jeans, gel insoles, and non-aerosol hairspray. But for the most part we find our inspiration in the innovation of an older generation. Why not quit reinterpreting the miniskirt and simply dip into the vintage fashion well? Here are a few local shops that bring back the glamour of yore.

Linda Derector, 211 Mott Street (between Prince and Spring)

In the world of facial bling, which includes gold teeth, nose rings, and colored contacts, Linda Derector’s sexy shades are by far the most tasteful. Her small Nolita shop carries vintage sunglasses and frames that all have something special to offer. Brighten up a gloomy visage with rhinestone aviators, or affect an air of mystery with a pair of tortoise shell cat eyes. The styles range from Elton John to Jackie O, so you’re guaranteed to find something that suits your look.

Clutch! Vintage Purses, 219 Mott Street (between Prince and Spring)

Just a few doors down from Linda Derector you’ll find something worth holding onto. Clutch offers refurbished vintage purses of any shape, size, and leather impersonation. You might pick up a dainty wristlet or a hulking tote that looks like a hairball coughed up by Betsy Johnson. At Clutch, the point is not to match the bag to the shoes, but rather to find a creative centerpiece – something that says, “I could have gone with Kate Spade, but there aren’t enough feathers in my wardrobe.”

The Hat Shop, 120 Thompson Street (between Prince and Spring)

Further west you’ll find the aptly named The Hat Shop, which gives old-fashioned millineries a cheeky spin. A person could spend hours playing dress up in the whimsical chapeaus that are perched throughout the room. While many of the products are best worn to tea with Lewis Carroll, many are also chic accents that lend a unique character to today’s trends. Sample from the rainbow of berets or pair a snazzy fedora with your typical club attire. These days hats aren’t just for the Kentucky Derby.

The Big Kiss Up
By Lauren Baccus

Putting on my make-up this morning, I ran down a list of things that I absolutely had to do this week (many of which I absolutely HAD to do the week before). As I applied my mascara, my mind wandered off to a conversation that I had had with, quite possibly, the most annoying co-worker in human existence. By the time I reached for the lipstick, I was enjoying a particularly vivid vanilla soy frappuccino and almond biscotti fantasy (it’s the breakfast of champions). Considering how low maintenance and speedy my entire make-up routine is, the range of topics I covered mentally, hunched over the bathroom sink, was really quite impressive.

Hardly ever do I stop to consider my make-up itself. Maybe if I did, I would wonder about all the other women in the city, simultaneously craned towards the best possible light/mirror combination, applying their face in preparation for the day. Maybe I would also stop to consider the women and girls around the world who may not have the means to buy the powders, perfumes, and paints that many of us couldn’t imagine life without. The women who make less money for the same amount of work that men do. The women who are victims of rape, abuse, sexual harassment, genital mutilation and sexual slavery. As we lean into the mirror to get a better look at ourselves, don’t we see these women staring right back at us?

Jody R. Weiss, founder of PeaceKeeper Cause-Metics, believes that even in the simple act of applying our lipstick each morning lies the potential to impact women around the globe. Since it’s inception in 2002, PeaceKeeper has joined forces with organizations such as Amnesty International, UNIFEM, New York Women’s Foundation and many more, to be the first beauty company in history to donate all of its profits, after taxes, to women’s health and human rights advocacy issues. For Weiss, the line of lip paints, lip glosses and nail paints provide a vital component in the bridge between women in this land of plenty, and women without the basic necessities of life. When we reprioritize where we allow our dollars to go, we empower ourselves as consumers and, through companies such as PeaceKeeper, we empower other women in the process.

Having just launched their latest endeavor, PeaceKeeper’s Million Kisses Campaign, Weiss is working harder than ever to make sure the word about her organization is on everyone’s lips. Kicking off with the PeaceKeeper Kissing Festival this past weekend, the campaign focuses on bringing attention and support to women and girls who have left sexually exploitive situations. In attendance was comedian Ana Gasteyer who lent her kisses and $1 donation to the cause. Supporters of the campaign also include Daryl Hannah, Bonnie Raitt, and Julia Ormond, each of whom have puckered up with PeaceKeeper’s all natural (and Whole Foods approved) Lip Paints.

It isn’t too late, however, to get your own personal smooch fest on with some of the line’s delicious colors. The “Kiss Canvas” is available online at www.iamapeacekeeper.com or inside of any PeaceKeeper Lip Paint. Your personal lip signature is then uploaded into the Kiss Museum on the PeaceKeeper website as testament to the power of a good old-fashioned kiss.

And you thought they were just for frogs!

For more information and participating retailers, visit www.iamapeacekeeper.com.

(Erin Williams, Aly Walansky, & Allison O’Rourke also contributed to this story)

This Breast Cancer Awareness Month treat yourself to a gift that keeps on giving with one of these delicious finds from our extensive product guide!

National Breast Cancer Awareness Month is back this October after more than 20 years going strong! The statistics of breast cancer remain unsettling: according to National Breast Cancer Foundation, Inc, more than 211,000 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in America this year. Full stop. Rewind. More than 211,000 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in America this year. The good news is many of your favorite beauty companies are helping fight back by donating to organizations that keep women informed about important issues like early breast cancer detection and research to find a cure.

To help do our part we’ve created a virtual round-up of some of the best breast cancer awareness products that you can buy. This way you can treat yourself and, by making the purchase, you are giving to a cause that will likely touch your life in some way. Some items are limited time only and some companies are donating proceeds only throughout this special month…so what are you waiting for? Tickle yourself pink (ribbon that is) and indulge in these amazing products that will not only make you look good, but feel good too.

Alexis Vogel Alexis Eye Makeup Kits: Have an eye for a cause? Look no further! Celebrity makeup artist Alexis Vogel will be donating 15% of the proceeds of these kits to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, during the month of October. This six-piece collection will keep your peepers looking glam on the go with head-turning shades that can transform your look from day to night. Mascara, eyeliner, a make up sponge and more are packaged in this kit that comes in a sleek silver multi-pocket makeup bag. www.alexisstyle.com, www.komen.org.

Anastasia Beverly Hills Tweezers: These custom-slanted top tweezers can take out even the most stubborn hairs! This month proceeds from these tweezers with help in the fight to take out breast cancer as well. Net proceeds benefit the Women’s Cancer Research Fund. www.anastasia.net, www.eifoundation.org.

Bobbi Brown Pink Bouquet Shimmer: Bobbi Brown created this exclusive, limited edition shade of shimmery pink lip gloss in a mirrored, flip-compact that comes packaged in a pink carton. Your purchase will help Bobbi Brown donate up to $35 thousand dollars to the cause. www.bobbibrown.com.

Boscia Rose Blotting Linens: Don’t let a make-up mishap get the best of you! Blot away your lipstick, excess face oil, and anything else that gets between you and a flawless face! A proceed from the sale of this product will go to breast cancer research so it’s only fitting that these linens are already packaged in pink. www.boscia.net

Clarins Lip Colour Tint #7: This lip tint will give you a kissable color with a sheer but subtle shine. 15% of the sales from this rosy tint will be donated to the national Breast Cancer Research Foundation. www.clarins.com, www.bcrfcure.org.

Dianne Brill Pink Sheer String Lip Gloss: Loaded with more that 20% vitamins and anti-oxidants 20 % this pale pink gloss is great a great pick-me-up for your lips. The company’s donating 20% of proceeds for the month of October to The Libby Ross Foundation. http://www.diannebrill.com, www.thelibbyrossfoundation.com.