Don’t Blow It

b&b dont blow itI constantly struggle trying to find the best hair products for my extremely unruly curly hair. Since I bleach it, I try to let it air dry to  cut down on extra damage by heat tools. Oils, mousses, lotions, gels and leave-in’s, I’ve tried them all and usually they leave me feeling frustrated.

I decided to throw caution and a couple bucks to the wind and buy Bumble and Bumble’s “Don’t Blow It”. It’s a smoothing and texturizing styling cream for air-drying all types hair. To truly test its capabilities I let it air dry in both low humidty and high humidity environments. In both cases it worked great.

The milky white cream melts to a liquid-y consistency when you rub it between your fingertips, making it easy to evenly run through hair without any goopy product deposits. Apply this stuff to towel-dried hair post-shower and hair remains soft and smooth, without a hint of coated stickiness, once dry. It has a subtle and pleasant clean scent. The lightweight styling cream manages to smooth all those pesky flyaways that typically frizz up when hair dries naturally, and it does so without weighing hair down and leaving it coated and stiff. If you have waves or curls, scrunch or twist hair after you apply the product, and you’ll be left with pretty, tousled texture that’s supersoft with zero stickiness.

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Good Reads: Brain on Fire

Brain-on-FireI recently finished reading one of the most captivating books I’ve read in a long time; Brain on Fire by Susannah Cahalan.

The New York Times review of the book is below. I highly suggest reading it. It offers a terrifying look into a woman’s struggle with a rare, mostly unknown disease and how unequipped most of the medical community is on handling such cases.

In the vast and growing literature of ­affliction there is essentially one ­story: how the writer and her loved ones made it through. From a literary point of view, everything depends on the sensibility of the narrator, her comportment both as the teller and as the main character in her own tale. The reader’s resistance to these stories can be strong. Severe illness, by its nature, narrows the focus; the palette of experience both intensifies and shrinks; we crawl into the bush, figuratively speaking, and wait out our fate, fighting to survive. There is little suspense: the existence of the memoir is testament to the fact that the author has lived to tell the tale. But what hard-won nugget of wisdom has she brought back from her brief descent into a hell that most of us, for now, have been lucky enough to avoid? Can she give her ordeal meaning beyond the brute fact of the thing itself?

One thing you don’t want to be to your doctor is “an interesting case.” Susannah Cahalan had the bad luck of being a unique and baffling one: profoundly sick, deteriorating with dangerous speed, yet her MRIs, brain scans and blood tests were normal. “My diagnosis had been discussed in almost every major medical journal,” she tells us with an air of pride and exhausted wonder, “including the New England Journal of Medicine, and The New York Times.”

Brain on Fire” is at its most captivating when describing the torturous process of how doctors arrived at that diagnosis — an extremely rare autoimmune disease almost undocumented in medical literature. The illness presented itself in malevolent fashion, with symptoms of bipolar disorder and schizophrenia, which are often indistinguishable from each other in their early stages: grandiosity, paranoia, bouts of irrational rage, incomprehensible utterances and flat catatonic-like affect. There were also seizures, with “blood and foam” spurting out of Cahalan’s mouth, that suggested not mental illness but a neurological disorder.

Cahalan has the narrative advantage of having no memory of what happened to her, except for unreliable, almost hallucinatory flashes, like being strapped to her hospital bed as a “flight risk.” This temporary outage gives her an opportunity to ponder the mystery of her self, and how quickly our assumed knowledge of who we are can be radically altered. Cahalan employs her journalistic skills (she works as a reporter at The New York Post) to explain the fascinating medical intricacies of her illness and how it compromises NMDA receptors in the brain, “vital to learning, memory, and behavior.”

 Looking at hospital videos, she is shocked to see a young woman she can barely recognize as herself, cowering in bed and uttering repeatedly, and with difficulty, the word “please,” as if begging for help. Reading her own disjointed diary entries of the time “is like peering into a stranger’s stream of consciousness.”

Salvation came in the form of a gifted neurologist, profoundly attuned to her symptoms, and the decisive diagnostic tool turned out to be a piece of paper and pen: Cahalan’s skewed drawing of a clock revealed more about what was going on in her brain than the battery of expensive tests she underwent. Her treatment cost about a million dollars.

At its best, Cahalan’s prose carries a sharp, unsparing, tabloid punch in the tradition of Pete Hamill and Jimmy ­Breslin. But when the acute period of her illness passes and she chronicles the slow process of her recovery, the writing falls flat. Here was the chance to make good on her ambition to inquire into the “deepest part of the self — personality, memory, identity — in an attempt to pick up and understand the pieces left behind.” Instead, Cahalan is locked in the dull passage of those weeks, dutifully informing us of her 15-minute walks, her decision to take spin class, her forays out to family gatherings and parties.

Finally, and bravely, she crawls back to her old vivacious self. “However, when I look at photographs taken of me ‘post,’ versus pictures of me ‘pre,’ there is something altered, something lost — or gained, I can’t tell — when I look into my eyes.”

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Fendi Celebrates its 90th Anniversary

Haute couture week may have come to a close in Paris, but Fendi is keeping the party going by celebrating a big birthday at one of Rome’s most historic locations.

In honor of the label’s ninetieth anniversary, the Roman brand staged a fashion show called “Legends and Fairy Tales” at the Trevi Fountain.

Models of the moment, including Kendall Jenner and Bella Hadid, walked across a custom plexiglass runway, which was built over the fountain so it would appear as if they were walking on water. As for the clothes, creative director Karl Lagerfeld sent out transparent dresses covered in floral motifs, embellished knits, fur-trimmed coats, embroidered capes, and covetable ankle boots.

fendi runway

The show also played into the rich, cinematic history of the city and the Trevi Fountain. Arguably, the most glamorous scene in Italian film history is the one in which actress Anita Ekberg wades through the Trevi Fountain in Federico Fellini’s 1960 film La Dolce Vita. The Fendi show played film scores from Nino Rota, who composed all of the music in Fellini’s films.

“A fashion show in Rome at the Trevi Fountain is the best way to celebrate Fendi’s 90 years’ anniversary as it expresses our roots and DNA while transmitting daring creativity and craftsmanship,” said Pietro Beccari, Fendi chairman and CEO, in a statement. “The Trevi Fountain is a unique place, and it represents Fendi preservation of values, tradition and historic patronage while looking towards the future.”

fendi trevi fountain

We all know Lagerfeld loves to make a splash with over-the-top fashion shows. In 2007, the designer made history by staging a Fendi show on the Great Wall of China, which reportedly cost $10 million to produce.

Fendi jumped on board to restore the Trevi Fountain in 2013. The iconic fashion house reportedly spent $2.4 million on the 17-months-long renovation, which culminated in the fountain’s reopening last November. This is the first time a fashion event has ever been staged on the landmark.

The show was followed by a lavish dinner party at Villa Borghese’s Pincio Terrace, which boasts some of the city’s most beautiful views. Happy birthday, Fendi, I can’t wait to see what you do for your 100th!

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