Each year, the Marc Jacobs fragrance division releases three new “splashes,” available just for the season. Once they’ve sold out, they’re really gone — and I, personally, think it’s a great tactic. Each scent is fresh, simple, and in splash form*; they’re like the super cute t-shirt that you know you’ll only be able to wear for a month before there’s a hole in the thin fabric but buy anyways.
I’ve already asked you about your bad customer service stories, but now I want to hear the ones that make you go “wtf?!” Whether your stories are funny, sad, or just obscure, let’s hear ’em!

Last December, I was in The Bay looking for (yet another) new fragrance to try. I was interested in Guerlain’s Figue-Iris and Laurier-Reglisse, the only two out of the Aqua Allegoria line that I hadn’t been able to track down and try out (didn’t end up loving either.) And just as I was closing in on my prey —
“Hi my name is USA how may I help you today?” USA: Unhelpful Sales Associate.
-[cringe] “You know, I’m really fine, I just wanted to smell a couple Aqua Allegorias and –“
“No.”
-[pause] “I’m sorry, what?!”
“No.”
[awkward moment]
“You actually want to smell My Insolence.”
-“Um, I’m pretty sure I really don’t want–.”
[Takes Figure-Iris out of my hand, sprays My Insolence (four or five times) on a touche, and pushes it in front of my face] “It’s very young. Like you.”
-“You know, I’m really not looking for something like –“
“It’s perfect! Isn’t the bottle just adorable? The perfume is pink! It’s so you!” [Nodding like a maniac and grinning like the Cheshire Cat]
-“I’ve smelled it before. And I still don’t like it! I’m really not looking for something that sweet.”
“Have you smelled the original Insolence? The whole bottle is pink! You are so young and pretty, just like the colour pink.”
[exeunt Rae and all the common sense in the room]
If you’re not planning on clicking any of these images, at least click the first one! Truly amazing photographs.
NYC’s Color Wheel Mosaic Eye Powder in Purple Rain.




(Unfortunately, I will never, ever, be able to drop fifteen hundred dollars on a dress. Not even if it makes me feel like a medieval princess.)
So maybe Dior didn’t have it’s best season ever. (I, at least, don’t think so.) But I do love how you take us away to this alternate reality; you whisk us off our feet without abandon and refuse to even believe in real life. Dior couture is just so fantastical, so “out there,” that it almost creates its own reality — you can’t look at Dior and think about how weird it is; you’re simply forced to look at it and find the beauty in the fabrics, the shapes, the colours.
Most of my shadows are Senna depots or pressed pigments — in other words, metal pans that need a magnet to stick to. MAC pans come with no magnets, but rather have a thin sheet of metal for the magnetized pro pans to stick to. I ended up taking strips of magnet about 1″ wide and sliding them into the palette; three of them, one strip per row. (My divider wouldn’t “snap up” and allow me to put a full magnetic sheet in.)
Carrie Underwood is looking amaaazing! I absolutely LOVE the dress, the hair, and the makeup… oh, the rare celeb hat trick! I honestly don’t have a single complaint, and for a crabbypants like myself, that says a ton.



Miley — lose the tan lines, find your lips, and please for the love of god, WEAR PANTS. (A dress that covers your ass would be fine, too.)