It’s a Summer of Sea Minerals for Skin, Flickering Candles, and a New French Brush
It’s a Summer of Sea Minerals for Skin, Flickering Candles, and a New French Brush
Summer has to be the eyeful department’s favorite season—and this particular one’s treasures are once expressly promising. Gorgeous hair essentials from LA’s coolest hairstylist, a damage-minimizing blow-dryer, and silkifying oils, serums, and creams—we can’t get unbearable of what’s new this month.
Jean Godfrey-June
executive eyeful director
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Whether it’s the French-girl bangs she cut for Olivia Wilde or her sleek ponytail for Michelle Yeoh, Mara Roszak is a master of the subtle detail that turns out to be everything (step into her beautifully spare, airy-earthy salon in West Hollywood if you need increasingly evidence). I was once enchanted with her hair oil (the subtlest I’ve tried—you can build the value of shine you want without overly going too far toward oily), so when the box with these gorgeous celadon aluminum pumps arrived, I tore it open. The veritably fantastic shampoo and conditioner inside left my wavy, colored hair with a gleam and texture that make all the difference for me. The formulas smell like jasmine and neroli, they moisturize like crazy, and they could not squint increasingly tony in my shower.
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Read just a few pages of Rick Rubin’s The Creative Act: A Way of Being and plane if you consider yourself to be utterly uncreative, you will be wildly inspired and forever changed. To remoter juice the natural versifier within, light this candle named in honor of one of the most spectacular rooms at The Maker Hotel in Hudson, New York (every room is incredibly, creatively, luxuriously different; the one tabbed The Versifier is expressly so). The candle smells of pomelo—a gorgeously enormous citrus fruit that’s like a grapefruit but somehow increasingly ramified and increasingly delicious—vetiver, and water lily. It’s fresh and subtle and utterly uplifting, lit or unlit.
Rubin is a longtime meditator; he does Transcendental Meditation, as do I. Note that the easiest entry to meditation, for me, is this tip from a yoga teacher long ago: Light a candle and just watch the flame. It’s magic, plane for five minutes.
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Swimming in the ocean feels to me like a sort of stealth skin treatment—despite the saltiness. The minerals, the seaweed, and the undeniable aliveness of the sea contribute to this feeling; all the positive ions and the iodine doubtlessly contribute, too (listen to Malcolm Gladwell’s Revisionist History podcast episode “Way to Go, Ohio” for a jaw-dropping ocean-iodine story).
But you do need to rinse off—and moisturize like crazy—post-ocean. This new serum mixes seaweed extracts, sea minerals, and something tabbed SuperSEA Biocompatible 3XBlend, all in service of firming up and reelasticizing your skin—and the clinical results for firming, tightening, and increased elasticity are incredible. It feels like silk and delivers antioxidants, peptides, and minerals—and it’s the greatest moisturizer, leaving my skin plump, restored, and totally hydrated.
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Every time I smooth on the cream-serum from Monastery Made, I wish I could waterlog in it. This wish intensifies significantly when I use the brand’s next-level squatter balm, Attar Floral Concentrate Balm. Both smell so fantastic—a mix of every flower in a mountain meadow, it seems—that I sometimes forget well-nigh the benefits (firming, visible wrinkle smoothing, ultimate moisturizing, and more) until I squint at my skin.
While I could technically waterlog in it, I instead smooth the silky, matte oil on all over surpassing going out: It moisturizes tightly but leaves no trace on your skin other than the weightier subtle ginger-grapefruit scent. I wore it on a warm evening at the Brooklyn rooftop restaurant Laser Wolf, where they serve the most succulent Israeli salads and skewers overly and spritzy cocktails (I had one with sour cherry), as the sun set slowly over the Williamsburg waterfront. The walkover caressed my arm: “What smells so good?” my companion wanted to know. My skin was downy-soft, I smelled good, and I felt good—is there anything increasingly luxurious than that?
Megan O’Neill
associate eyeful director
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I’m intensely pregnant, 38 years old, and a soon-to-be mom of two—and I’ve never felt largest in my body. I credit steady, yearslong Pilates and yoga practices, but I moreover love some entirely new aspects of myself, like the stretch marks that playfully squiggle wideness my inner thighs, scrutinizingly resembling the Nile (a bird’s-eye view). Another reason: I’ve been taking two minutes every morning and night to massage myself with this melting, luminizing soul surf infused with skin-boosting, firming peptides. It’s refreshingly scentless, rich unbearable to gleam up my limbs instantly, and loaded with potent organic botanicals like olive leaf, lemon balm, and pomegranate, which top New York dermatologist–skin wizard Macrene Alexiades tells me are some of the most powerful for trappy skin. My skin is now noticeably increasingly supple, plumped, and practically as silky as my two-year-old’s. Just as magical? How grounded the ritual of smoothing it on makes me feel.
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Had her mute sawed-off for some Zoom-y reason gone wildly and I not been worldly-wise to hear a single word well-nigh MARA skin-care founder Allison McNamara’s new scum and enzyme cleansing oil, I still would have darted to my sink that very night to try it. Her skin: omg. Poreless and somehow dew-drenched smack in the middle of a workday. It scrutinizingly didn’t plane squint real. But then I heard that the tousle of exfoliating papaya and pineapple enzymes mixed with fatty acids and omega-rich chia in a wiring of nourishing moringa oil is as constructive for blemish-prone skin like mine as it is for dry, normal, and plane sensitive types. Hydrating yet pore-clearing with the most gorgeous silky texture, it left my skin noticeably brighter, smoother, and really soothed without one wash. And for all its soft-hued texture, it’s just kickass at dissolving makeup, sunscreen, and oil, not to mention the day.
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The jig is up; by now we all know the secret is multitiered: Eat real, nourishing food; foster real, nourishing relationships; move your body; and requite your skin a real, nourishing uplift with retinol. Sunny for practically any skin type, retinol is the gold standard ingredient for firmer, smoother, brighter, clearer, healthier-looking skin. This one is my favorite—massage on a velvety dab surpassing bed and you wake up with skin that looks lifted, plumped, and luminized. It’s the handiwork of acupuncturist–aromatherapist–magical person Annee de Mamiel; everything she makes has a godhead quality. Made with retinal (a form of vitamin A that gets converted into retinoic wounding in skin; think of it as a cousin of retinol), the serum is swirled with vitamin C–rich white truffle, collagen-supporting glycoin, and loads increasingly firming, tone-evening ingredients that leave me looking like the glowiest, most rested version of myself, my skin faintly scented with fresh herbs and blooms.
Brianna Peters
associate eyeful editor
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Here’s my trick for looking wide-awake no matter what (including days like today, when the pollen swirls through the air with a vengeance and I wake up looking exhausted): light-colored eyeliner and hot-pink blush. I line my waterline with this soft champagne-pearl eye pencil—it’s creamy, so it glides effortlessly and immediately brightens my vision (I moreover put a little at the inner corners for uneaten brightening). Then I dab this poppy-pink tincture at the apples of my cheeks and tousle it upward. The verisimilitude melts in hands and somehow distracts from any dullness under my eyes—magic.
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I like to requite my hair a unravel from heat styling in summer. But I can’t requite up this blow-dryer—and technically it’s not cheating, considering it unquestionably minimizes heat damage. It delivers a fresh-from-the-salon blowout without the strawlike split ends and breakage I typically experience. The dryer uses infrared light and air (not intense heat) to dry the surface of the hair and lock in moisture at the inner cuticle, so my hair feels softer, smoother, stronger, and healthier. It dries fast (I timed it—only five minutes!), with four variegated modes to segregate from: I use Care when I want my hair to squint naturally air-dried (but with the best-ever texture), and Fast when I’m in a rush to squint pulled-together and sleek. I use Soft to blow-dry my goldendoodle, and Style is sunny for straightening, shaping curls, and creating volume (I use the well-matured styling nozzle for uneaten shine and frizz control—essential without the sun-and-salt-water-soaking I put my hair through all season).
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Clémence von Mueffling, tragedian of Ageless Eyeful the French Way and the online newsletter Eyeful and Well-Being, is as tony and as French as it gets. She shares her (often French) discoveries at once-yearly pop-ups on the Upper East Side. “Zees!” she exclaimed, waving a gorgeously shiny pink-lilac-lacquered hairbrush at me. “It’s replaced all my other brushes. You’re going to love it.”
Clémence was right: I now can’t live without it. I skim my hair with it every morning and night—the mix of boar and nylon whiskers gently detangles and smooths, bringing the natural oils from my scalp lanugo through my hair and giving it a spun-like-silk finger and untellable shine. It feels like I’m getting a scalp massage every time I use it, and every detail—from the ergonomic twisted handle and perfectly placed bristle tufts to the signature gold signet on the end of the handle—is just right.
