Healthy Makeup


Imagine eating something jam-packed with chemicals that you can’t even pronounce. Try Disodium Cocoamphodiacetate.  Dimethicone. Polysorbate 20. That can’t be healthy, right? These are just a few of the most common of unhealthy chemicals found in typical eye makeup products. Using makeup with these ingredients is just like eating them–every time you put something on your skin, your body absorbs it into your system, and keeping the product on all day is even worse for you. In fact, deadly ingredients have been found in makeup: lead in lipstick, mercury in skin creams, formaldehyde in hair straighteners, and innumerable, unpronounceable, chemicals that slowly deteriorate your system.

Luckily, there is an alternative, a fast-growing trend in healthy makeup. All-natural, mineral, or organic, these brands are catering to a new wave of women who want to take care of themselves and strive to be beautiful inside and out. 


(So what’s good about these brands? Look at the labels! What makes a makeup healthy is if they are paraben free, organic, cruelty-free, vegan, or all-natural. Then, your body won’t be absorbing toxins, it will be absorbing nature’s beauty gift to you!)


Try this one!




100% Pure




Physician’s Formula Organic Wear


Pangea Organics



Brother, Brother

We just have that kind of relationship where…where we help each other from the things that have haunted us both,

Te things that will not go away no matter how fast we run, whether together or pushing each other into the fire.

People don’t get it. I don’t blame them.

In some twisted way we’re closer than most, but also so, so distant

There’s so much driving us apart, but in a way, we gotta stick together

Hate, love, it’s all the same

It’s a struggle

People ask me what’s wrong with him

He’s been to so many doctors I have no idea

I stopped trying to keep track of it when I was small

I know there’s something wrong though

There has to be

But those rare times when he confesses to me his secrets, his problems, his dreams

Those rare times in the middle of the night, when you can see nothing except the faint glow of your phone and the flickering images of a muted tv

That’s the time I truly see him

And that’s the only time I can help him

But many times I cant, I cant because I’m asleep and I’m hoping he’s doing the same, so maybe he can get up in the morning, get up and be ready for the day, but I know he’s not

I know he’s up, not making trouble for anyone but himself, but the following morning will hurt everyone else

And so he’s always blamed

Is this what he’s doing wrong?

Unless you’ve talked to him past the witching hour, unless you’ve heard his secrets, problems, and dreams, you don’t know

Unless you’ve been PART of his secrets you don’t know

He’s got a rough life, I say

It’s not his fault

But when he’s happy I love it

I love it; I love it when I see his eyes shine with wonder, joy, pure ecstasy

Only you’ve never seen what happens when he’s on ecstasy.

I tell people, he could do great things, he’s so smart

And he’s nicer than the rest of them; he has a kind soul and loving heart

But when he loves he loves hard and gets lost in passion and emotion

Except then sometimes, you see his bad side too

And watch out for that one

In the flip of a switch he can be dangerous, the sweet brown eyes suddenly burning,

Sometimes I want to scream and shout and throw things

It’s hard to keep track of it, though

I’ve tried to block out memories of pain and hurt and blame but what would be left?

None of my childhood

And as hard as I try to convince myself that it’s all better now and he is going to get better he is not and it is not and it is just all the same.

But hey, what do I do?

I guess I can only wait it out, be the stability for the dark hours past midnight, when his secrets, problems, and dreams come to haunt him.

It scares us both, but we survive.

We just have that kind of relationship.

City Beats

When I got to New York City, I knew there were three things that I simply HAD to do: explore the city, shop, and see live music. However, as hard as I looked online, none of the free concerts were really what I had in mind, and everything else was way too expensive. So, I gave up, and worked on exploring the city instead…and what did I happen upon? A free mini-music festival at the seaport! I casually joined the crowd of young adults, head banging to the intense White Lung, swaying a little as The Babies crooned a little softer. Sure, this wasn’t Belle and Sebastian in the park, but it was definitely my lucky day. Later that night, my friends and I went to go see a low-key, high school band from Westchester come play in the city—and it was awesome. I’ve decided that the best things come unplanned…but you can manifest what you want to happen by at least trying, and you will be rewarded! 


I don’t think people understand at this point that the world needs our help. Its way of crying out include global warming, extreme violations of basic human rights, and masses of people living in absolute poverty across the globe. It only takes one person to do something small, every day. So make it your goal to take it one step at a time, and each day, make it easier in the world: a shorter shower, recycle, ask to volunteer somewhere, or even just smile at someone, it might make their day or even save their life. Let’s make the world a better place.

What’s all this about?

Nowadays, creating and running a blog is almost standard for fashionistas and people trying to get a word in edgewise in a now media-driven world. However, as much as I love fashion, I don’t have time to make a blog solely for this week’s newest trends or fashion news. Instead, I’d rather incorporate the things I love, including fashion, into today’s world and how it affects not only me, but the world around me (cliche, right?). This blog is about my youth, my generation, and OUR future.

Punk at the Met 2013

Image © The Metropolitan Museum of Art

Image © The Metropolitan Museum of Art

Young, wild, and free. As today’s youth tries to let out their inner rebel, the Punk Age is brought back by the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. Today, our FIT Fashion Journalism class visited the punk exhibit, which brought us images wilder than we could ever become. In the golden days of punk, the question was of how far out there you could go, how crazy you could be, and how you could show the world that you are a unique individual who doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. Punk was a way of expressing yourself in a snarling, roaring movement that caught the attention of high-fashion designers such as Versace, Dolce and Gabbana, and Alexander McQueen. Somehow, the dirtiest, anti-high-class style became international couture. Although we only explored the exhibit once, it automatically opened up a sense of pride for youth, and the need to prove our independence to the world. Watch out, everyone…punk was intense, but you have no idea what this generation can do!