Is it REALLY a 'no make-up selfie' or are people faking it a bit? Angela wonders...
No make-up selfie
While it’s been undeniably successful in raising funds for cancer, I can’t help but feel like the ‘no make-up selfie’ business is a little bit like the ‘no make-up make-up look’. It takes effort and all is not as it seems. Of course I’m being a tad cynical here but there were many high-profile bodies unveiling their faces to the world with all manner of filters on hand. Filters I can deal with but it’s the ones where said naked faces are in fact slathered with concealer and mascara and liner and even lippie… The only issue I have with this is that it makes women feel like it’s something of a triumph to emerge without war paint intact, like it’s a terribly brave thing and excusable only because it’s ‘for charity’. I love wearing no make-up, it started off feeling terrifying, but now I do it all the time, well a lot of the time. Yes, continue to text and give to a worthy cause but give yourself a break while you’re at it. The world can cope with your slightly flawed complexion and I guarantee you’ll look younger. Bonus!
Brendan Joseph Bow Ties
We all love a boy in black tie, right? It seems other worldly and feels a bit special to see your honey togged out in all his glory. But the endless debate around tie versus dickie bow is still rife and there’s something about dickie bows that makes me itchy. They feel a little contrived, dress-upbox- y, I prefer a knitted tie or something the James Bond of the future might go for. Until I saw these by Irish designer, Brendan Joseph, handmade using cashmere, linen and silk. They are the ultimate in gentlemanly luxury. www.brendanjoseph.com
Asos Flat Shoes!
I’m a sucker for heels. Ridiculous, vertigo-inducing, blister-making heels that make me shriek with both pleasure and pain. But I’ve found myself skulking away from them recently, first into boots, now runners… but I’ve found another that’s making my heart flutter. The humble flip flop or as the fash pack call it – the slider. It’s not a ‘thong’ and it’s not rubber, you don’t get it wet and you may even resist wearing these on the beach. I found my perfect pair on ASOS find yours, get a pedicure, thank me later.
Butlers Chocolate Egg
Easter is creeping up on us at a rapid pace. I realise that Lent has passed me by. I haven’t given anything up, not because I didn’t think about it or that I was being lazy, I just forgot, which is not an acceptable excuse I know. God was in the desert for 40 days and 40 nights so there’s no way he could just ‘forget’ about it. I kind of wish I could be in the desert too for a few weeks, it would definitely make giving up chocolate easier and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to drink coffee when it’s so hot. Obviously it’s not feasible to go to the desert right now but I’m going to aim for it next year. In the meantime I’m holding out for this hero of an egg from Bulters, none of this Kit Kat nonsense, artisan chocolate is where it’s at. I’m not even sure what the hell it is but I’m guessing it’s white chocolate and that those red beads of joy are some manner of raspberry deliciousness. Sold…
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