Saying we’re banishing our heat styling tools is sort of like committing to cut chocolate out of our diets—and, let’s be real, that’s a big ask. Our curling irons, blow dryers, and flatirons usually have pride of place in our...

“Everybody please remain calm!” It’s what I’d like to shout in an intercom to my hair follicles like a flight attendant to a group of jittery passengers during turbulence. The turbulence? It could be any of the usual suspects like...

We don’t know about you, but this year certainly seemed to have a lot of unexpected twists and turns up its sleeves. With lingering uncertainty in the air, it’s probably not very far-fetched to say that perfecting your French chignon...

There’s a lot to celebrate about winter, don’t get me wrong. For one, it’s socially acceptable to drink hot cocoa at all hours of the day, multiple days of the week (extra marshmallows, mandatory). Then there’s the coziness factor—pom pom...

Whether you’re playing host and practicing your napkin-folded-like-a-turkey techniques or showing up with the green bean casserole and an appetite to a Friendsgiving, hair is probably the last thing on your mind when it comes to the holidays. Sure, your...

Temporary dye that won’t come out! Gelled and teased strands that won’t unglue! Stubborn glitter! Navigating the world of post-Halloween hair can feel like a spine-tingling trip through a haunted mansion—but it doesn’t have to. Consider this your handy guide...

Every autumn, it’s the same thing: I have the all-consuming urge to watch When Harry Met Sally. I buy an obscene amount of apples from the farmers market and then must scramble to eat them before they turn to mush....

Did you stay up waaay past your bedtime on Monday the 13th, too? This year’s Met Gala, postponed for almost a year and a half due to the pandemic, was unquestionably an extra-dazzling affair. Dubbed the fashion world’s Oscar Night,...

Recently I stumbled across a meme that summed up the ever-fickle weather in New York in the most painfully accurate way. It looked like this: New York Actually Has 12 Seasons Winter Fool’s Spring Second Winter Spring of Deception Third...

During the summer months, if left to my own devices, I would eat one thing and one thing only: watermelon. As the days get stickier and more languorous, I crave watermelon and feta salad, watermelon granita, watermelon gazpacho and, well,...

You’ve invested in a customized shampoo and conditioner, pamper your strands with oils and tinctures, and avoid sun and chlorine at all costs. You deserve a slow clap. But...how often do you massage your scalp? As Hamlet so aptly said,...

I’ve always longed for the good kind of bedhead. You know, the sleepy, slightly-mussed curls little kids are unfairly blessed with/anyone in a Parisian perfume ad seems to wake up to. Instead, on any given morning my mane falls somewhere...