Lorde has tried everything from vampy lips to dip-dyed fingers, and even points out her flaws on social media (a feat in and of itself considering we’re a society obsessed with putting forth a perfect, airbrushed image). In lieu of twerking with a foam finger or swinging naked on a wrecking ball, this 17-year-old prefers to get attention for her beauty risks—and that levelheaded choice appears to be paying off. Launching June 5, the singer’s two-piece collection with MAC Cosmetics—consisting of Lipstick in Pure Heroine ($16) and Penultimate Eye Liner in Rapidblack ($19)—will allow everyone to achieve her royal, rebel look.
Not to toot our own horns or anything, but Maybelline New York’s freshest face, Jourdan Dunn, was named a Top 10 Newcomer by Style.com when she first arrived on the scene. What can we say, we know a good thing when we see it (as does Beyoncé, who cast the super in her “Yonce” video). And this Brit beauty isn’t just a one-trick pony who knows how to trot down a catwalk—when she’s not starring alongside Queen Bey, she hosts her own cooking show, Well Dunn, on Jay Z’s YouTube channel. (Jourdan, next time you have a dinner party, we hope you save us a place.) As for the answer to the beauty brand’s age-old question: Dunn’s definitely born with it.
Prada’s latest eau out next month, Candy Florale, revolves around an imaginary flower—its heart described as “a tender bouquet of cosmos.” And for the always-inventive Miuccia Prada, one would expect perfumer Daniela Andrier to go to the moon and back, bringing with her a bloom not of this earth as a souvenir. With a flair for the theatrics (illustrated by the house’s most recent menswear and ready-to-wear shows, separated into two acts) the brand called upon Steven Meisel and Léa Seydoux to bring the scent to life. The French darling plays the role of Candy, a bombshell with bangs who understands the power of seduction, and as exhibited by the brand’s last campaign for Candy L’Eau shot by Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola, uses it to her full advantage—enchanting not one, but two men. In the latest ad, however, Seydoux appears sans suitors (or clothing, for that matter), floating among graphic, black-and-white flora. In response to working with Meisel, the actress said: “It was the first time that I’d worked on a film with someone who is essentially a photographer—it was a really interesting experience because Steven Meisel has such a precise vision of what he considers to be the perfect image.” Meisel’s in-the-buff interpretation calls to mind another fragrance and blond seductress: Marilyn Monroe famously stated that she wore nothing but Chanel No. 5 to bed, and we imagine Seydoux (donning Candy Florale, of course) does the same.
In addition to resurrecting campaigns (like Christy Turlington and Mark Vanderloo’s 1995 ad for Calvin Klein Eternity), the brand is simultaneously signing up new talent. Doutzen Kroes announced her new appointment as the face of Reveal Calvin Klein (out in September), via Instagram, just hours ago. The model and mommy-to-be appears to be powering through her pregnancy—silver stilettos and all. The question that remains: Will the Dutch super’s photo stand the test of time like Turlington’s?
Nail art is serious business in Japan—and not just for the ladies. Men, particularly those looking to get noticed in the competitive (and often humdrum) job market, are using their manicure to forge ahead. But this doesn’t mean that the guys are necessarily gabbing about their fancy fingertips over power lunches. It’s still an underground world that only a select few are privy to. “It’s actually quite like that Brad Pitt movie Fight Club: We’re not supposed to talk about it to people on the outside. The guys who do it all know each other, mostly through the online groups they belong to, but we make a point of never telling anyone else about the nail salons we use. Rule number one—and two—about business nail: You do not talk about business nail!” one man, who shall remain nameless, told Japan Today. But even for those who do manage to integrate themselves into the secret beauty society of bijinesu neiru (business nail), the designs don’t come cheap. “It costs a lot of money, sure—sometimes half of my salary goes to hearts and fake gemstones—but it’s worth doing right, and there are a handful of high-end nail salons that cater to men like us, often after hours because we work late and can’t get there otherwise,” another source told the newspaper. Some of these salons, known as chikane, are found in the red-light districts of the country and include perks other than just a great paint job. But money (and “sensual massages”) aside, the benefits outweigh the monetary losses. One man went from being an unknown “drone” eating “freeze-dried prawns” to baller (upping his salary by 275 percent) after his boss noticed the company’s logo painted on his nails in the cafeteria. If only my net worth were based on my manicure, my stock would be soaring right about now…
UPDATE: Our sources tell us this is story is likely too hilarious to be true.