Tag: beauty

Grand Opening Party at LUSH Cosmetics Harbor East


LUSH Cosmetics
catch of the day fish (2)We have been loyal LUSH shoppers (Lushies, they call us) for a long, long time now. Like, since back when people talked about LUSH by saying “I don’t know, it’s like, this weird new cosmetics company from like, Canada or something?” Since then, LUSH has spread like wildfire, bringing amazing, natural cosmetics and body care products to practically the whole world. And if you’ve never been to a LUSH store, there’s no better time than this Saturday, when you can swing by the new LUSH Harbor East for their Grand Opening party, which offers all the decadence of a regular day at LUSH, plus so much more.

Glam&Go Hair Styling at the Gym


Glam and Go Hair Styling

catch of the day fish (2)Working out is supposed to make you look and feel good—and over the long term, it does. But those moments post-workout are certainly not glamorous ones. Your face is red and sweaty, and your hair is, well, “bad hair day” doesn’t even begin to explain the situation. But most of us have to squeeze in gym time as it is, and if you’ve got to rush off to work or a social engagement, you probably can’t afford to spend the rest of the day with gym hair. And that’s just what the folks at Glam&Go were thinking when they founded their amazing service. Basically, Glam&Go offers in-gym hair styling and blow outs. So you get professional, salon-quality hair with the convenience and speed you need after a drop in at the gym.

Haute Blow Dry Heads to Harbor East


Courtesy Bmore Media – A new salon specializing in professional blow dries only is opening its second location in Harbor East mid-November and is eyeing Howard County for its third.

The Haute Blow Dry Bar doesn’t do haircuts. Clients come in for a 45-minute wash, scalp massage, and professional blow out. 

Why at 31 Years Old I Had My Eyebrows Waxed for the First Time



Recent University of Baltimore MFA grad Lauren Beck never bowed down to the stinging gods of conventional eyebrow-grooming, until one day she decided to throw caution to the wax.

It all started on “Opening Day,” when the Baltimore Orioles play their first home game of the season. This is practically a holiday for O’s fans from all over Maryland, a day on which the goal for many is to tailgate at the local bars and then stumble over to Oriole Park at Camden Yards; for some, if they make it to their seats, that is considered an accomplishment. I have attended the event for the last several years, but this past Opening Day, having recently turned 31, I felt that I had grown out of the need to participate in such youthful debauchery and made no effort to get tickets. But when a friend offered a pair of tickets to my boyfriend and me, I couldn’t resist.

From Hair to There

Euhnee Kim, 38. Photos by Lee Kriel.

Cool Girl Baltimore: Drummer/Aesthetician Arika Casebolt Moves to a Beautiful Beat



In a recent past life, aesthetician Arika Casebolt drummed in D.C. bands Circus Lupus (Dischord Records), Antimony, and the Whips, plus Baltimore’s Resistoleros and the Divining Rod. Still performing steadily in the early 2000s, the jade-eyed, porcelain-skinned Gen-X stunner trained her rhythm to beauty science, working at spas like Natural Body in Arlington, Virginia, and ultimately scoring her dream gig at Bluemercury on Dupont Circle. Three years later, a serious accident sent her home to Madison, Wisconsin, to recuperate quietly while managing a Clarins counter and copy-editing to make ends meet. We’re lucky she chose to bounce back in Baltimore, where she lives in Reservoir Hill with her journalist husband Bret McCabe and provides affordable holistic skincare at the Chop Shop in Hamilton. I talked to Arika about skincare in cooler months, and snagged nutrition advice for great skin year-round.

What If You Are Wrong?


University of Baltimore Asst. Prof. and Bohemian Rhapsody Columnist Marion Winik wants to accept one of the biggest compliments of her life. So what’s stopping her?

The other day I received an email from a woman named Marjorie, who’d just read a short memoir I wrote, set in Austin back in 1981. She, too, had vivid recollections of the period and people described — a serious flood, a piano in a tree, a dog the size of a pony, a jazz musician the size of a Volkswagen, a suicide. Her letter was a surprise to receive and interesting to read, but there were two sentences in particular that knocked me over.