Kristen Stewart Vs. Ariel Winter: Which Young Actress Rocks Ripped Jeans Better? See Pics

Same pants, two very different styles. Kristen Stewart and Ariel Winter fashioned their black ripped jeans uniquely from one another — decide whose look you like best, here!

It’s punk versus posh! Kristen Stewart, 28, outfitted a pair of black ripped jeans on Dec. 14 with grunge-approved pieces: a hoodie, loose T-shirt, red sneakers and blonde pixie hair. The Twilight star sneaked in accents of athleisure with the Champs logo on her shirt and Adidas’s signature three stripes on her shoes. Her ensemble in whole, which she wore for a lunch outing with friends in Los Angeles, was much more casual than Ariel Winter’s outfit on the same day!

The Modern Family star also wore a pair of black skinny jeans missing a patch here and there, but the similarities ended there. The 20-year-old actress took a more Parisian route in knee-high black boots, a red turtleneck, a crossbody Yves Saint Laurent bag and sleek strands for a date night with boyfriend Levi Meaden, who were leaving Nine Zero Salon in Los Angeles on Friday. We’re loving the styling options these two actress’s are inspiring us with — take a look at a side-by-side comparison below!

We just saw Ariel rock a similar pair of jeans, although the prior pants were more in tact for another date night with her boyfriend of two years at Madeo Italian Restaurant in Beverly Hills on Dec. 8. She put her 10-pound weight loss on display, after regularly recording her workout sessions for Instagram! Meanwhile, the picture below gave us yet another look at the hairdo Kristen will be sporting on the big screen for the Charlie’s Angels reboot, which is coming to theaters on Nov. 1, 2019. The grown-out blonde pixie is an update to her already edgy brunette ‘do that she rocked earlier this year.

If both looks above are too laid-back for the holiday soirées on your calendar, HollywoodLife compiled a variety of appropriate dresses for your holiday work parties. But, as Kristen and Ariel prove above — to each their own!

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Your Dog Has Seen Me Naked

The women I’ve slept with this year have had two things in common: dogs and studio apartments. I never considered the awkwardness of this combination until it was too late.

Josie was first, a Chihuahua/Pomeranian mix and an emotional wreck. In her defense, she was often left alone for long periods of time and, well, anything that small is justified in its mania. When her owner finally did come home, Josie would yap incessantly until someone petted her. She was like a furry alarm clock. Ring, ring, ring, and then silence the moment you rolled over and laid a hand on her.

That’s all she wanted. One hand. You didn’t even have to pet her. Any contact would do.

I did not hate Josie. She wasn’t mean or snobbish as some small dogs tend to be — just in a constant fight for attention. And in that fight, neither of us was doing very well.

The chemistry between her owner and me was less a firework and more an old lighter that works every sixth flick, but that didn’t stop us from entering into a lazy singles agreement to end up at each other’s apartments a couple nights a week.

The first time we slept together, things went smoothly with one exception: Josie wouldn’t stop barking. So her owner reached down, plucked her up and sat her on the bed, where she became more uncomfortable as she realized what was happening. By the end, she had gone silent, peeking over a pillow every few minutes to see if we had finished.

I barely noticed her that first time. My attention was elsewhere, and having her on the bed seemed preferable to her soundtrack of high-pitched yapping. But when it happened a second, third and eighth time, Josie grew harder to ignore. I imagined things from her perspective, especially in those horrifying moments when we made eye contact.

I may not have minded as much if she was simply in the room. But on the bed? That felt too close. Plus, Josie was too small to get down on her own so it was somewhat of a hostage situation.

One night, as Josie’s owner and I were switching positions, I accidentally kicked her off the mattress; I looked over my shoulder in horror to see a nose and two tiny paws fall out of sight. I was mortified. Her owner looked over and shrugged.

“It’s O.K.,” she said. “She’s real fluffy.”

And we went back at it.

I could have suggested to Josie’s owner that we take her off the bed or at the least put a tiny blindfold over her eyes, but I didn’t want to further intrude on the intimate bond between pet and owner (a relationship stronger than the one we shared, after all). And I figured she knew Josie better than I did. Maybe that forsaken look in her eyes was, uh, normal?

Two months in, the momentum started to slow between Josie’s owner and me. Things ended as they so often do in this era, with an unanswered text. Josie wasn’t the only one in the room with communication issues.

The next couple months of solitude took some adjustment. The type of reliable hookup I had with Josie’s owner was a rarity for me. Losing it was like having the restaurant around the corner go out of business. Now, on quiet nights when my relationship refrigerator was bare, I had to figure out something else or go to bed hungry — usually the latter.

I was relieved when I met someone months later, and even more relieved when I met her dog, Rigatoni. Like Josie, he was part Chihuahua, but he had none of her emotional hangups. He was a good boy and he knew it. His strut had bounce. If I had an eighth of Rigatoni’s confidence, I’d be president tomorrow.

His owner and I met on a dating app, and that’s how she met Rigatoni too, on some sort of pet adoption app where you swiped yes or no on animals. Under normal circumstances, being virtually selected alongside a pet may have felt unsettling, but clearly she had great taste in dogs and it was flattering to be in such good company. Whatever quality caused her to swipe yes on Rigatoni, I hoped, was also visible in my profile.

He chaperoned us on nearly every outing and I didn’t mind a bit. He came along on one of our first dates, a trip to the beach, and guarded our towel while we swam. He nestled up to my chest afterward — all sandy and warm — and I was thrilled at his approval.

We ended up back at her (tiny) place later and had only been kissing for a few seconds when she pulled back, gasped and said, “You’re so weird!”

I was horrified until I realized she was talking not to me but to Rigatoni, who had suddenly appeared over my shoulder with a menacing look.

That became the theme of our next few dates. We would be kissing and then I’d hear, “Toni!” and turn around to see her dog looking like he wanted to punch me in the nose.

There was nowhere to hide; the apartment was too small. I would never suggest locking him in the bathroom; she would have sooner locked me in the bathroom. And I understood. He was special.

When we moved from the couch to the bed, I was disappointed to learn he could jump up on his own. Rigatoni was an agile fellow and, unlike Josie, was not afraid to intervene. He would never bite, but he would try to grab me with his little T-rex arms and wrestle me away from his beloved master.

“You’re making everyone uncomfortable!” she would shout as he had me by the ankle like a little Greco-Roman wrestler. You could see the conflict on his face, the push and pull between obedience and protection. Right when we thought we had successfully distracted him with a toy, he would leap onto the bed like a secret service agent and position himself between us.

But even Rigatoni had his price — a meat-flavored bone — that could usually buy us 20 minutes. Afterward, he would leap back onto the bed and cast disapproving looks our way until he got sleepy.

Rigatoni wasn’t exactly an aphrodisiac, but his heart was in the right place. If someone was going to stop me from having sex, I was glad to know the effort came from virtuous intentions. It could have been worse. When my ex-girlfriend and I used to visit my childhood home, my family dog would run into the bathroom as if he were hunting truffles, snatch my used condoms from the trash, and then drop them in the most heavily trafficked area of our house.

Courtship has never been easy for me. I have found the process to be high-risk and emotionally exhausting. It hasn’t helped that nature itself seems committed to my celibacy. Lately, my sex life has felt like a reverse Snow White scenario; I’m scared I’ll unbutton my pants and every woodland creature within a 5-mile radius will come crashing through the window, clutching awkward middle school photos of me in their paws and talons.

Whenever I meet a woman, I can’t help but wonder what creature waits in her apartment, eager to make our encounter more awkward for me than it already feels.

I’ve been thinking a lot about a date I went on with a woman between Josie and Rigatoni. We had talked for hours, gone from one bar to another and watched the sunset over a pair of Moscow mules. We laughed. She snorted. I found myself listening to her instead of scrambling to think of a new topic to keep the conversation going. The hamster wheel of my mind actually stopped spinning, and when that happens I get excited because it signals something more serious is on the horizon.

I really wanted to see her again.

But she had to leave town for a couple of weeks. When she got back, I tried to set up another date, but something had changed. Or maybe it was never there. Either way, she read my final text but didn’t reply, and that hurt.

She had a dog, too: Bubba. In pictures, he was a tank. Shoulders like a linebacker and jaws like a bear trap. Bubba lived in a house, not a studio apartment, but I doubt that would have mattered. He looked like he could run through a brick wall like the Kool-Aid Man.

Maybe I got off lucky with Bubba’s owner. After all, she had the power to hurt me, and she did. Just imagine the damage he could have done.

Ryan Pfeffer is the associate editor at Time Out Miami.

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Split between William and Harry is ‘inevitable’ as they form ‘their own individual households’, Prince Charles' biographer says

And tonight, in a new ITV documentary, Meghan – The Story So Far, royal biographer Robert Jobson has revealed it's "inevitable" that the two households will "separate".

Last month, Meghan and Harry – who are expecting their first child in the spring – revealed they would be moving out of Kensington Palace to reside in Frogmore Cottage in the grounds of Windsor Castle.

The news added to the already circulating rumours that there was a "royal rift" between Meghan and sister-in-law Kate Middleton.

And in an ITV documentary airing tonight, Robert Jobson claims a split between the households is "inevitable".

"Just because they're married to two brothers, doesn't mean they have to be the best of friends," he explained.

"Kate is a mother of three children and in a very different place in her life.

"And Meghan's lived this life as an actress, she's been married before, she's lived in LA, there's not really an awful lot of similarities to their lives."

It comes after claims Meghan had been branded "Duchess Difficult" by Palace insiders following another one of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex's aides – Samantha Cohen – resigning from her role.

There were also claims Kate had told Meghan not to berate members of her team after she reportedly "b****cked" one of Kate's staff.

The row – which the Palace has denied – followed rumours that Kate, 36, was "left in tears" during a "stressful" fitting for Princess Charlotte's bridesmaid dress.

"Ultimately, I think it's inevitable that both the households of William and the households of Harry do separate and become their own individual households," explained Robert.

"Because in time, the Prince of Wales will be Prince William.

"I know for a fact that when he is Prince of Wales he won't be moving out of Kensington Palace.

"Kensington Palace will be the residence and the office of the Prince of Wales."

Tonight's documentary follows Meghan's new life as a royal over the last six months and examines her new role as Duchess of Sussex.

The show will look at causes she has championed and speaks to people whose lives she has touched.

But as Meghan finds herself in a new world of protocol and etiquette, presenter Julie Etchingham will ask whether she is changing the royal family or they are changing her.

Tonight: Meghan – The Story So Far is on ITV tonight at 7.30pm.

Earlier this week, we told you Kate Middleton’s Christmas ‘will be an ordeal’ amid Meghan Markle rift, claims royal biographer.

We also revealed ‘tearful’ Kate Middleton was upset after Prince William ‘cancelled Christmas plans at the last minute’ to stay with his family.

And we showed you Meghan Markle ‘could be next target’ for Lady Colin Campbell who wrote Princess Diana exposé.

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Jennifer Lopez Vs. Rihanna: Who Rocked The Giant Pink Pouf Dress Better?

It’s a battle of the poufy pink dresses! When Jennifer Lopez walked the carpet in her giant pink gown at the NYC premiere of ‘Second Act’ on Dec. 12, it reminded us of Rihanna’s 2015 Grammys dress!

Jennifer Lopez, 49, looked stunning on Dec. 12 in her overflowing, almost all-consuming pink frilly dress, as she walked the red carpet at the NYC premiere of her new movie, Second Act. The bright pink babydoll number trailed behind her, overflowing with fabric at every turn. The actress paired the bold stylistic choice with silver heels, a high bun at the top of her head, and dangling earrings. The extra-ness of the dress also reminded us of Rihanna’s, 30, Grammy Awards Giambattista Valli dress from 2015 -– both pink dresses had a huge amount of fabric, and kind of swallowed the women who wore them.

Besides the obvious of the two dresses being Barbie pink, both options covered a lot of skin, but also, showed a little bit at the same time. Rihanna’s 2015 dress differs from JLo’s in that RiRi’s was sleeveless with silver embellishments along the borders near her chest. Since hers was sleeveless, the puffiness of the dress was balanced out by the top of her torso and arms. JLo’s dress had a cape that fell down from the top of her back, and the dress stopped at her mid-thigh, as opposed to RiRi’s floor-length dress.

Both women smartly decided to let the dress do the talking with their hair pulled up and out of their faces. With their hair up, the focus was purely on the dress, and in both cases, they surely made a massive statement. There’s no need to add necklaces either, and both women realized that that would’ve been just too much. JLo and RiRi opted for low-key jewelry on their ears, but we think JLo takes the cake with her dress. By showing off her arms and legs, with much of the fabric following behind her instead of in front of her, you can still make out JLo’s figure, and she isn’t completely swallowed by cloth. Well done, ladies, but this win goes to JLo!

After her pink dress ensemble, JLo went for a more subdued sexy look in a white v-neck curve-hugging dress for the after-party. The high slit showed off her daring approach to fashion, and how she just keeps on winning!

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Mum reveals she went on diet during her second pregnancy to avoid piling on the pounds after feeling self-conscious and depressed

When I told her it was down to my strict diet and fitness regime, her expression turned to shock and anger – because I was then four months pregnant with my second child.

I discovered I was expecting my first son Riley in February 2011 and I took ‘eating for two’ literally.

I’d been 8st 2lb and a size 8, but after I found out I was pregnant, I couldn’t stop myself from demolishing tubs of ice cream and a block of cheese a day.

I remember crying in the loos at work when I found stretch marks – not on my tummy from the pregnancy, but on my thighs and bum from putting on so much weight so quickly.

I could see I was getting bigger, but couldn’t help myself. By the time Riley was born, I was a size 16 and 13st 6lb.

While I should have been enjoying being a new mum, I’d look in the mirror and feel repulsed by my appearance. I mourned my old figure, but feeling tired and down, I carried on seeking comfort in sweets and junk food.

When Riley was five months old, I had my first night out since giving birth and squeezed into a size-14 dress, but I spent the night feeling self-conscious and depressed.

Sadly, my relationship with Riley’s dad ended in September 2012. I decided to get back in shape to boost my self-confidence before I tried dating again.

So I swapped cheese, fried chicken wraps and red wine for steamed fish, meat and vegetables, and started working out five times a week at home, doing an hour of cardio whenever I could squeeze it in.

After 13 months, I’d lost 5st, was back to a size 8 and 8st 6lb, and felt amazing.

In November 2016 I met my current partner Matt, who works for the emergency services and competes in body-building competitions, through a dating app. Eventually we moved in together and in October 2017, I discovered I was pregnant.

Rather than excitement, my first reaction was panic. What if I gained weight again? I confessed to Matt that I wanted to diet through my pregnancy because I couldn’t face getting as big as last time.

He was so supportive and offered to cook all my meals. I knew he’d make sure our baby and I would get all the nutrients we needed.

My pregnancy diet was filled with minimally processed food. For breakfast I’d have cereal with fruit and nuts, lunch was chicken with rice and broccoli and dinner was steak, potato wedges and veg.

Biscuits, cakes and takeaways were banned. I allowed myself a base of 1,800 calories a day, and added 400 more for my pregnancy, plus my diet contained only 20% fat.

When I was 28 weeks pregnant, I reached for cheese in a moment of weakness, but remembering how I felt first time around was enough to put me off.

While I cut out ab workouts and weight lifting, I continued doing daily lunges and squats and started walking more, making sure I hit 10,000 steps a day.

At my check-ups I’d assure my midwife I was eating well, but didn’t dare admit I was on a diet – I couldn’t face her judgement. And when I confessed how I was keeping slim to a friend, she kicked off.

She told me I was probably harming my unborn baby and thought I was being ridiculous as she felt it was wrong to diet while pregnant. I knew she was concerned, but was annoyed that she thought I wasn’t caring for my unborn baby.

Dr Hilary says…

“It’s easy to put on excess weight in pregnancy, and being overweight while pregnant can increase the risk of problems, so it’s sensible to monitor your diet.

"It needs to be well-balanced, with protein-rich foods, healthy fats, wholegrains and low-GI carbs, plus iron and omega 3s.”

I firmly explained that I was still eating, just in a more controlled way and that it was my body and my baby.

She agreed not to let it come between us, but after that I didn’t tell anyone else – I couldn’t handle the backlash. Instead, if anyone complimented me on looking trim, I’d just smile and say it was down to luck.

By the time Oscar was born in July this year, I’d only gained a stone and was a size 10. Five months on, I’m now 9st 6lb and size 8 again. I feel really good, especially as it didn’t take me months to get my pre-baby body back.

Of course, I know some people will think I’m mad, but if you do it sensibly, there’s nothing wrong with what I did. After all, Oscar was born weighing 8lb 2oz, so, for me, that’s proof enough that my diet didn’t affect him.

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The cosiest knitted Fair Isle jumpers to celebrate Christmas in this year

It's time to get festive without feeling frumpy in a Christmas jumper you can wear all the way until spring.

  • Slogan Fair Isle jumper, £15 from Topshop – buy now

  • Georgina sweater, £65 from Hobbs – buy now

  • Women's yellow Fair Isle jumper, £22 from Fair Isle – buy now

  • Red zig zag fitted cuffs jumper, £10 from George at Asda – buy now

  • Grey Fair Isle jumper, £12 from Nutmeg at Morrisons – buy in store

  • Agnes Fair Isle jumper, £80 from Boden – buy now

  • Fair Isle funnel neck Christmas jumper, £29.50 from Marks & Spencer – buy now

  • Cream Fair Isle print jumper, £25 from Miss Selfridge – buy now

In more fashion news, gold is taking first place in the festive style stakes.

These are the loveliest lingerie sets to feel fancy in this Christmas.

And you can make like you're in an 80s music video in these out-there party pieces.

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How to survive the hype of Christmas when you really hate it – a psychologists guide

Everywhere you turn, festive songs are playing, Christmas trees are sparkling and people are losing their minds over roast turkey.

Writing on The Conversation, Karen Rodham, Professor of Health Psychology at Staffordshire University says there are things you can do to make the season a little more bearable:

In many parts of the world, we are expected to love Christmas and embrace all things about it.

Anyone who doesn’t is quickly labelled a Grinch and advised to keep their views to themselves so that they don’t ruin a magical time for others. But how reasonable is this?

And if you are a Grinch, how can you survive the yuletide season?

Here are five suggestions, informed by science, that may help you to navigate Christmas.

Remember that different strategies work in different contexts and for different individuals, so try to find a strategy that fits you:

1. Get support

Countless studies show that people who live with long-term health conditions hugely benefit from finding other people who understand what they are experiencing.

Someone may worry that they are a burden on their loved ones and so be reluctant to say how they really feel. Finding other people who have similar experiences provides them with an instant recognition and level of understanding.

They can say what they really think, and be who they really are, without fear of upsetting their nearest and dearest.

So one solution is to find other grinchy people – perhaps with the help of social media – among whom you can stay true to yourself.

2. Be strategic

Can’t face the thought of Christmas dinner in a restaurant with colleagues but don’t want to explain why?

Why not conjure up another commitment which means you can only come to the pre-dinner drinks?

After all, there are always lots of invitations this time of year, so nobody will be suspicious. This means that you show your face and show you are willing to participate.

And you get home at a reasonable hour before the mask covering your grinchiness slips.

To carry this suggestion off, you need to practice your communication skills.

Don’t fall into the trap of feeling that you need to over-explain your other commitment – this is what people do when they lie!

Also, remember that you don’t have to say yes to everything. Be strategic. Work out which event will gain you the maximum brownie points and politely decline all others.

3. Fake it till you make it

If you want to completely conceal your inner Grinch, you may want to familiarise yourself with a 1979 experiment by psychologist Ellen Langer from Harvard University.

She invited a group of men in their 70s to attend a week of reminiscence at a retreat outside Boston.

During the week, they were instructed to act as if they were 20 years younger and were banned from talking about anything that had happened post-1959 (the retreat was also styled using objects from the 50s to give context).

At the end of the week, they demonstrated marked improvements in dexterity, mobility, memory, blood pressure, eyesight and hearing. Acting as if they were younger had rejuvenated them.

So if you are a Grinch wanting to hide your grinchiness or even want to see if you can learn to like Christmas, think about how a Christmas-lover might behave and put it into practice.

Even if you aren’t able to convince yourself, you are likely to hoodwink others, hide your grinchiness and so keep at bay the endless questions about why you don’t like Christmas.

4. Stand up for yourself

Some people are proud of being Grinches and want to be open about it.

If so, encouraging others to respect your viewpoint will require you to ensure your communication skills are in tip-top condition – assertive but not aggressive, calm but not exercised, and open but not judgemental.

Also, remember that respect goes both ways – just as you wish your views to be respected, the choices of those who enjoy and love Christmas also deserve respect.

Practising calm and assertive communication with an openness to compromise is most likely to lead to the best outcome.

There is nothing wrong with liking or disliking Christmas. But there is no need to spoil it for those who take the opposite position to you.

5. Be kind to yourself

Whatever approach you adopt, Christmas can be a particularly draining time.

It is therefore very important to be kind to yourself. Make sure you schedule things that are meaningful and restorative to you.

Remember that the Christmas season, like everything, will pass.

f you can build in time in your schedule for activities and behaviours that reduce your stress and help you reconnect with what is important to you, you will find that you are better able to cope with the Christmas demands.

And, if all else fails, do what I have done: I once booked time off work the week before Christmas.

I told people I was going away and that, as a consequence, I wouldn’t be able to attend any of the upcoming Christmas functions.

In reality, I was at home having an undisturbed, blissful and as grinchy-as-I-liked staycation.

This article originally appeared on The Conversation.

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Diane Lane Doesn’t Use the ‘A’ Word

Diane Lane has been acting since she was a teenager, first in films like “A Little Romance” and “The Outsiders,” and later in ones like “Unfaithful” and “Under the Tuscan Sun.” This fall, you can see her in the final season of “House of Cards” and in the debut season of “The Romanoffs.”

With all that, Ms. Lane, 53, is no stranger to the makeup chair, the facialist’s office and the judgmental beauty gantlet that can be Hollywood. The experience has given her opinions (and solid recommendations) on beauty. Raised in New York, Ms. Lane now lives in Los Angeles.

Skin Care

I get exposed to so much product — swag bags at a soiree, makeup artists on a shoot, on set. And if I’m traveling, I’m supposed to pop up like a Pop-Tart and look fabulous somewhere. I would probably spend more time on other things if I could, but then, I make a living on my face, so there are different criteria when it comes to a beauty regimen.

I don’t use the “A” word, as in anti-aging. I just remove myself from those associations. I’m so fed up with the marketing of fear. What I do now, I create a mantle when I go to sleep. When I wake up, all I do is spray some Lavender Hydrasol by Arcona and go with my own natural facial oils that I generate through the night.

When it comes to choosing which skin-care products I use, I keep going back to the women I actually have a whole lot of respect for. They are facialists who have their own product lines. I throw in some other stuff, too, but in general they are my tried and true.

One of them was Arcona [Devan]. I used to go to her before she passed away. She was based in Los Angeles, and she came to me at the Roosevelt Hotel for the day of my Oscar nomination. She was that person in my life who was very kind and generous — a large soul. Now I go to Chanel Jenae there.

Besides the Hydrasol, I love the Arcona Toner Tea Bar, which is an actual bar I use at night. I love the idea of using bars of soap instead of plastic bottles. How many more bottles of plastic do we put in the ocean? I also like their Peptide Hydrating Complex AM/PM.

You can’t be a New Yorker without knowing about Tracie Martyn. I swear by her Amla Purifying Cleanser, which I use with a Foreo. (I go back and forth between that cleanser and the Toner Tea Bar.) I love the Foreo because instead of a scratchy brush, you vibrate the city grime out. I wish I knew to be gentle with my epidermis when I was 20 and had oily skin.

And there is my beloved Verabella on the West Coast. She is Russian and the real deal. She has many products I swear by. I won’t go into all of them because people will realize I have a cosmetics problem, and I don’t want to out myself just yet.

She has this calming rose cream called Bella Rosa that is wonderful. When you’re having your face touched all dang day long for work, it’s wonderful. I wonder what men’s skin would look like if they were getting their eyes poked for 30 years. Verabella also has an amazing sunblock with SPF 45 that has cucumber and aloe in it.

I also have Spa Technologies Regenerative Oil. And there’s Éminence in there, too. I use their Stone Crop Serum, and they’re organic. You’ve got to love that.


I really enjoy loving my naked face, because if I fall more in love with the mask, that’s depressing. I want to see me and not feel like I have to apologize by making changes. Also, I want some days off. When you’re constantly required to have a quota of glamour, you just want to put on your bluejeans, no makeup and feel cute. Then you can appreciate the miracle of mascara when you have to be on again.

I do swear by Dr. Bronner’s chapstick. I’m also into big hats — I bring my own shade. I don’t care if I look like a gardener. Right now I probably have eight sun hats mashed up with reusable grocery bags in the back of my car.


I probably need an intervention in this department as well. I keep all of my old perfumes. If I smell one, it’ll take me directly to what it reminds me of. Sometimes it’s a genie in a bottle that should definitely stay in the bottle. I once worked with a very famous actress who used perfume to give each character a reference.

I suppose if there’s one constant for me, it’s any version of vetiver. I’ve always loved the men’s fragrances of the ’80s and ’90s, like Perry Ellis for Men and L’Homme. Back then, I smelled like I had a boyfriend and got all the olfactive endorphins but didn’t actually have to deal with one.

Hair Care

I have great hair. But I also baby my hair. I don’t blow-dry it, and I’ve always cared more about how my hair felt — soft and inviting. I didn’t want it dried out and smelling like products. I never put alcohol on it if I can help it.

Recently I was turned on to Hask hair products. I also really love René Furterer. The shea butter mask is fantastic, and the company is super-evolved in the way they harvest for shea butter. They’re not just grabbing the cheapest shea butter on the planet. I was blown away when I found out that they support the women and culture. It seems to be a very ethical company that goes above and beyond.

Other Services

I’m really enjoying Zoya nail polishes for manicures. I find they help make my nails stronger.

I’ve gone to breath-work workshops. I’m a fan of Max Strom — he’s a breath-work teacher. He’s done TED Talks and traveled all over the world. Breath is all we have. Aspire, respire, perspire — you can’t separate your breath from your experience. If I can dial back to whatever my breath is doing, then I can be more and more present or less and less — whatever I need!

Diet and Fitness

The white flag went up a long time ago: I’m going to eat the bread. I’ll have bacon once in a while, although it tortures me that animals are being tortured. I do believe in eating fewer and fewer animal products. I also believe that skin care truly starts from within. I probably drink olive oil — that’s how much I consume. I also take a daily dose of MSM. I’ve found it really helps my skin, hair, nails.

I’m getting to a quarter century of yoga. It has served me well. I don’t like cardio. I always feel like I’m running from a lion. The endorphins afterward are great, so obviously I’m just in denial about not wanting to get my heart rate up.

I do love hiking. I can go up hills forever.

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Babies born in December are more likely to live longer and be nicer people, studies find

Not only is it practically impossible to plan a party ("oh sorry, it's my work Christmas do that night") but most people think it's perfectly acceptable to double up on gifts (it's not).

But apparently there is some benefit to being born in the same month as our Lord.

Various scientific (and some not-so-scientific) studies heap praise on having a December birthday, for a range of different reasons.

The best one being, we live longer.

According to a study published in the Journal of Ageing Research, having a birthday in the final month of the year means you're more likely to remain on this earth beyond the age of 100 (up to 105, to be precise).

Which, let's face it, means more birthdays for us. Yay!

We're also nicer people. A survey of college students in America revealed people born in December complain less than others and are less prone to mood swings.

Looking for a great mate? Hit up a December baby.

We're also healthier. A study of 1,749,400 people from the United States suggests December babies have a lower risk of cardiovascular disease.

According to its principal investigator, the findings are down to "seasonal variations".

As if that wasn't good enough, we're also destined to become dentists. Researchers from the Office of National Statistics found a statistical link between birth month and certain professions, reports The Mirror.

December babies are also natural born athletes, according to a study in the International Journal of Sports Medicine.

Apparently it's all down to us being exposed to more vitamin D during our mum's summer pregnancy.

We're also morning people (now, this is one claim I dispute).

Research published in the US National Library of Medicine found people born in December are more likely to love early nights (true) and springing out of bed early (not so true).

If that didn't get you in the festive spirit, take solace in the fact you weren't born in January, when it's still wet and cold but minus the fairy lights, no one has any money and everyone stops boozing.

In other news, these were the most popular Christmas baby names last year.

And if you fancy a brainteaser, find the Christmas baby hidden in Santa’s workshop.

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Lea Michele Is So Grateful That 1-Pieces Are Back in Style and, TBH, So Are We!

Lea Michele Is So Grateful That 1-Pieces Are Back in Style and, TBH, So Are We!

We’d love to raid Lea Michele’s swimsuit drawer. It seems like the actress owns every style in the book from a ribbed, bandeau bikini by Spiritual Gangster to a cheeky, white one-piece that gave us major bridal vibes. Lucky for us, I got the opportunity to talk to the actress after a surprise holiday performance at an Old Navy x Lyft’s event in New York. While Lea was dressed in a Winter-festive head-to-toe Old Navy ensemble, (peep that affordable $62 silver puffer) I couldn’t wait to ask the swimsuit guru about the styles she loves and the most flattering silhouette.

Lea acknowledged that “everyone is different, and it depends what people are comfortable with,” she did play favorites when it comes to the suits in her own stash: “I am supergrateful that the one-piece came back into style, because I totally rock that all the time.”

The proof is right on Lea’s feed. Read on to see all of the times the actress has worn this flattering swimsuit style ahead, and you just might be convinced to ditch your bikinis, too.

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