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Paying attention to your skin

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With the weather turning colder it’s time to really pay attention to your skin. Forget the makeup for now and just focus on taking care of your skin. With the colder temperatures and drier air, skin is going to become dry and tight and no amount of makeup is going to be able to hide that. A consistent skincare regimen needs to be in place to keep skin soft and radiant throughout the harsh winter months.

Start off by using a creamy face cleanser. You don’t want to use anything that will strip the skin of its natural oils. Even if your skin tends to be on the oiler side, that doesn’t mean you should use a harsh cleanser. When oily skin is overwashed and dry, the skin begins producing more oils. So then it becomes this vicious cycle of oil, dry, oily, dry. You’ll never win. A gentle cleanser like Cetaphil is nice for all skin conditions and won’t dry the skin out or cause breakouts.

Exfoliation is really important all year long, but especially in the winter. Skin becomes dry and flaky and in order to remove those dead skin cells, you have to exfoliate. Whether you use a gentle sugar scrub or just a warm, wrung out washcloth, exfoliating must become part of your skin care routine. You will see a brighter, more radiant complexion!

I’m sure I’ve said this before, but it’s amazing to me how many women don’t use a moisturizer. It’s just very surprising to me the number of women I speak to who say they don't use a moisturizer. Geesh-I have one for day and night! The formula should definitely change from season to season, but you should always use a moisturizer, especially during the winter. Dry skin causes wrinkles and fine lines. Use a moisturizer that is appropriate for your skin condition.

My skin is dry all year round, so for me, the richer the better. Even in the summer months. Nothing is too rich for me. But that is not the case for everyone, so you should visit an aesthetician or make an appointment with your dermatologist to find out exactly what kind of skin you have.

Eye cream is another must-have. I don’t care if you’re only 22, you should be using eye cream as a preventative measure at that age. I’ve had clients in their 60s and 70s who don't use eye cream. It’s absurd! Eye cream will soften the lines and wrinkles you have and will help to prevent new ones from forming.

Everyone also seems to forget their lips. I am forever applying copious amounts of lip balm to my clients because they don’t seem to use any. Lips are dry, flaky, and sometimes cracked because they’re being completely ignored. I am not sure how these symptoms could be missed. Have you tried applying lipstick to dry, cracked lips? I have, and it is not pretty! Use a rich lip balm on your lips throughout each day to keep them hydrated.

Don’t forget your SPF! SPF is not just for summer. People forget that the sun’s rays are strongest in the wintertime so apply your SPF 30 or higher as the last step in your skincare routine. It will protect your skin from sunburn, dark spots, wrinkles, and skin cancer.

Keep your skin at it’s healthiest by taking the best care you can of it. Keeping it clean, exfoliated, and moisturized will ensure that your skin will be in its best condition for a lifetime. You might have to add a few extra steps to your morning routine, but it really doesn’t take that long. Just a few extra minutes each day will keep your skin healthy and glowing!Read more at:vintage evening dresses

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Hawaiian Airlines partners with designers to transform aircraft seat fabric into fashion

When Hawaiian Airlines rejuvenated the cabin of its Boeing B717 aircraft earlier this year with modern, lightweight seats, the carrier has to decided what to do with the old seats. Hawaiian's innovative solution was on display to the public at Honolulu Fashion Week, when stylish garments and accessories made from the seat fabric were unveiled in an exciting exhibit.

Seven designers were asked to create wearable fashion and accessories from 19 First Class and 23 Main Cabin seats and headrests. © Hawaiian Airlines
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Graduates of Honolulu Community College's (HonCC) Fashion Technology Program and participating designers from The Cut Collective + Creative Lab's Fashion Immersive Program welcomed the airline's Cabin[to]Couture project as a platform to showcase their skills using exclusive seat materials.

"Fashion and design have always been deep-rooted in the Hawaiian Airlines brand," said Alisa Onishi, director of brand management at Hawaiian Airlines. "This project allows us to give back to our local community through education in a very unique and original way."

Honolulu Fashion Week

Honolulu Fashion Week presented by Hawaiian Airlines took place from 20-22 November at the Hawai'i Convention Center with the opening of the Honolulu Fashion Week Marketplace – a free event where guests can shop from 50 local designers, beauty bars and sponsor booths. All the upcycled pieces were on display throughout the week as part of the airline's Cabin[to]Couture exhibit.

On 21 November international celebrity designers showcased capsule collections at Hawaiian Airlines' Runway to Runway Fashion Show, a concept inspired by fashionable destinations serviced by Hawaiian Airlines.

Wearable fashion and accessories

"I got a call from Hawaiian Airlines asking if we had any students or alumni that could do an upcycle challenge, and I thought, with what? They explained that student designers would be given first and coach class seat covers to create wearable clothing," said Joy Nagaue, professor of the Fashion Technology Program at Honolulu Community College. "I accepted - our students can do anything. I'm overjoyed they've been given this great opportunity."

Earlier this year Hawaiian Airlines began retrofitting its Neighbour Island fleet with a modern redesign featuring lightweight main cabin seats from Acro Aircraft Seating Ltd. The partnership with HonCC and The Cut Collective to repurpose large amounts of unused seat material was seen as a fun and creative way to demonstrate social and environmental responsibility.

Seven designers were asked to create wearable fashion and accessories from 19 First Class and 23 Main Cabin seats and headrests. The designers' inspiration range from the early looks of flight attendants to intricate shapes within the seats themselves.

Participants of the upcycling project

Chai Lim, a 2013 HonCC Fashion Technology Program Graduate, was inspired by the notion of air and flying, Lim's garment is represented by an airy, flowing short skirt paired with a clean, structured strapless top. Jacky Lau, a 2013 HonCC Fashion Technology Program Graduate, was inspired by the shapes within the seat covers and created a futuristic tail jacket paired with fitted cargo pants lined with pocket details. Randy Oribello, a 2014 HonCC Fashion Technology Program Graduate, produced womenswearpatchwork bustier, which is layered with strips of main cabin seat covers paired with a short skirt and peplum.

Chanterelle Chantara was inspired by her memories of the 2014 Honolulu Fashion Week, which presented 85 years of Hawaiian Airlines flight attendant uniforms. Emiko Miyazawa, a Fashion Immersive Participant, is the owner of M33Ms jewellery designs. Her design is a durable, easy access fanny pack with flaps that fold over the front. Jana Lam is an owner of textile studio and accessories brand Jana Lam. Her piece, the Weekender Travel Tote, is an extension of her popular line of totes and clutches. And, finally, Lizzy Chitamitre, was inspired by the sophistication of Hawaiian Airlines' flight attendants of yesteryear. She designed a cocktail dress that flows seamlessly from work into the evening.Read more at:backless prom dresses

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Why I'll Never Wear Heels Again


When I was seven or so, I was a flower girl in my uncle's wedding. My sister and I wore frilly pink dresses, white tights, and white patent-leather Mary Janes. I remember very little about this event except for crying, long and hard, because my feet hurt. I'm sure my grandmother tried her hardest to get us to just wear the shoes and hobble down the aisle of the church, gamely throwing rose petals through our tears, but we won. After the ceremony, we strapped on our sandals over our tights, comfortable and content. I didn't realize that then that this event would set the direction for the rest of my life.

My feet are the one part of my body that I would gladly replace. They're my mother's feet, wide and flat, a solid base for many hours of manual labor but not really good for anything else. There's no real arch, a lesson I learned the hard way in dance class in high school. Finding shoes has never been an easy task. In the sixth grade, I begged for a pair of Doc Martens and was presented with the K-mart version, hard plastic and rubber, considerably cheaper and decidedly less cool. They were uncomfortable and unyielding, but I wore them until they wore out. A brief foray into musical theatre in high school required the purchase of character shoes, unflattering and unfortunately expensive heeled leather shoes with a thin strap across the arch, perfect for standing the chorus and executing a half-hearted box step. They pinched my toes.

With each passing year into my thirties, my style becomes aggressively more casual. It feels a little strange to revert to sweatpants, jeans that don't constrict and T-shirts, but I chalk it up to simply being more comfortable in my skin. I do not own a blazer, though I know I should. And I have given up on high heels. If asked to attend a semi-formal event tomorrow, I'd have to really scramble to find a dress and a pair of shoes, unless I could get away with my white Birkenstocks (if I cleaned them nicely). At this point, I'm creating a wardrobe that doesn't front. High heels are nothing more than sartorial posturing, intended to empower women but serving really to cripple them at the basest of levels. You need your feet to run, you know. You can't run for the train or walk at an appropriate pace in heels.

I was never the kind of kid who was into heels, maybe because I was raised by my father, and heels weren't something that we saw around the house that often. My first pair of heels were purchased at a thrift store in Ashland, Oregon, a peep-toe sandal in black patent leather and faux suede, with a heel like a tent stake and a solid platform. I wore them to every high school formal, teetering like a drunk fawn, taking tiny steps as a way of curtailing the searing pain of the shoes digging into my tender flesh.

Heels have never fit into my purview, yet there are occasions in life in which they are necessary. Job interviews in skirt suits required the one pair of sensible heels I ever owned. They were Aerosoles, bought for me by my mother at a DSW in Boston. "These are good shoes," she said to me as she crammed her feet into a pair of strappy leather sandals. I could see her tender foot spilling over the sides. "Very comfortable. Lots of support," she said. "Let's buy these."I dutifully wore them to every formal event I attended, including my best friend's sister's wedding, where I got so drunk that I stopped feeling the pain in my feet and misplaced one shoe when I stumbled back to my father's house. I haven't bothered to replace them, because I don't see the point.Barefoot, I stand at a solidly average 5'6 and stocky, with short legs and powerful calves. My body isn't built for spindly, beautiful heels, though I recognize their power. Sometimes, when I'm killing time on a Saturday, I'll go to Nordstrom Rack and gather pairs of shoes in my arms and drag them to a corner like an animal bringing back its prey. Sometimes a pair almost fits. When I step into them, I don't feel sharp pains and the pinch of my pinky toe pressed up against its brethren. I can take steps that closely mirror my natural stride, heavy on the heels, with purpose. Outfits start to fly through my head as I sidestep tourists, bobbing and weaving my way towards the mirror, leaving my sad canvas sneakers aside. "Maybe this is the day," I think to myself. "This could be effortless."

But it's not. It feels a little bit like giving up, sacrificing my beauty and my youth to Eileen Fisher and sensible sack dresses, but it works for me. My introductory glimpse at the wide world of comfortable footwear were courtesy of Worishofer sandals, the gateway drug to the wonder of orthopedic footwear. My first pair was bronze snakeskin and they made me look like a glamorous retiree. I wore them until a large chunk of cork finally broke free from the heel. Two years ago, when Birkenstocks were established as the shoe of choice for the discerning Williamsburg #basic, I was elated. The wide footbed was so inviting; the adjustable straps were accommodating and kind. Out of the constraints of narrow shoes that pinch and torture, surrounded by the comfort of a German orthopedic cork footbed, your foot finally breathes.

This year, I bought myself a pair of Dansko clogs, the kind worn by medical professionals and chefs. Something about them seemed right, though they are objectively pretty ugly. They're the shoes I imagine wearing when I finally leave New York and invoke my backup plan: moving to Montana under an assumed name to farm goats. They're wide and clunky and achingly sensible, a shoe for a Midwestern mommy blogger who needs something practical but still slightly fashionable.

I've been breaking them in slowly for a month and a half, retiring to the store to have them stretched and wedging my feet into the stiff leather coffins at home, walking around, rising my toes, making them work for me. The third and final time I took them to be stretched, the woman working there was incredulous. But, when I picked them up the next day and slid my feet in with relative ease, she told me her secret: "We used the stretcher for men's shoes," she said. "It's wider."

In a way, my rejection of shoes that hurt my feet felt like a rejection of femininity, casting my vote for invisibility. If I plod through life in sensible shoes, dressing like an off-duty pottery teacher from Sedona, maybe I'm rushing my inevitable slide into middle age. But, it's not necessarily that deep. After I stopped trying to wear shoes that didn't feel like me, I realized that it's ridiculous to define myself so strictly by what I wear. Comfort is highly underrated. There are so many other things I deal with in life that are painful -- student loans, the subway, occasionally my sisters -- that it seems pointless to inflict endless pain on myself when the shoes I put on my feet are the one thing that I can control. I'm happier when I'm comfortable. Aren't you?Read more at:http://www.marieprom.co.uk/prom-dresses-2014-2015

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