Celebrity Crush: Jean Godfrey-June

There’s a very unsettling side effect to being a consumer of celebrity culture, and that is knowing intimate details about a person you have never met before and who has no idea you even exist. You pick up personal facts like how Channing Tatum was a dancer in Ricky Martin’s music video “She Bangs,” or that when Leighton Meester was born her mom was serving time in a federal prison.

But my idea of a celebrity is a bit different from what most people would expect.

My number one celebrity crush is Jean Godfrey-June, Lucky Magazine‘s longtime beauty editor. I started reading Lucky  in 2002, two years after the magazine launched (and two years after Jean left her post as a columnist at Elle). The magazine played a pivotal role in developing my appreciation for mid-level fashion and cosmetics, as well as my procrastinating on 7th grade math homework. I devoured Jean’s monthly Beauty Closet piece in which she waxed poetic on her favorite products, managing to convey a compelling personal voice while simultaneously fitting the tone of the magazine. It was brilliant writing and the recommended products were always impressive (with the exception of next month’s ode to the innovative-brush-but-mediocre-formula L’Oréal Voluminous Butterfly Lashes mascara, but I understand that you’ve got to throw the advertisers a bone every now and then).

Point being, I know intimate details about Jean Godfrey-June. I know she prefers oils for skin care. I know she and I wear the same perfume (Orange Sanguine by Atelier Cologne, which she mentioned in September 2010 and December 2013, and which I began using in 2011 and wrote about a few months ago). Like I said, I’ve been reading this woman’s thoughts on life and beauty for 12 years. If I met her on the street I would feel compelled to ask how her daughter is doing and tell her about the new cleansing oil I’m using, but that would be creepy. We’re not friends. I’m just some obsessive weirdo fan. For all she knows I could be trying to Single White Female her and take over her life.* The cover photo with hearts I’ve drawn all around her face probably isn’t going to dispell any suspicions she might have that I’m a stalker. And maybe I am, because I really just wrote this article to brag about how Jean Godfrey-June and I both wear the same perfume, which is clearly evidence of my good taste in fragrance.  Maybe I am a little obsessive…

*Can I use film titles as verbs? Is anthimeria still cool? Are people still verbifying nouns? Is that still a thing?


Stolen From Your Granny’s Vanity

Revlon Moon Drops Lipstick in Persian Melon (top) and Blasé Apricot

Revlon Moon Drops Lipstick in Persian Melon (top) and Blasé Apricot

For years I have harbored an intense jealousy of older ladies. They have cool, colorful, eclectic style which favors piling on brooches and costume jewelry with wild abandon (a trend documented in the popular blog Advanced Style). They have awesome hair. And, like tiny white-haired hipsters, they were into vibrant lipstick before it was cool.

There is a little old lady product that has been doling out fresh, fierce pouts for eons. It’s in a tiny green tube that’s probably hidden on the bottom shelf of your local drugstore’s Revlon display. It has the flowery, powdery, perfumy scent of so many eccentric senior citizens in a church’s basement rec center on bingo night. It is Revlon Moon Drops lipstick. These tubes were available in delightfully vibrant hues before Bold Neon Lips were even a stray thought in Anna Wintour’s head (because we all know that Anna Wintour has been behind every major trend since 1965, and when she dies, Suri Cruise will inherit her fashionable throne).

As I previously mentioned, orange makeup in all its iterations is going to be a big trend for spring. I have embraced this trend in the lower frames of the above posted picture, in which I am wearing the shade Blasé Apricot. I’d describe this particular hue as falling somewhere between coral and heirloom tomato on the orange spectrum. The creme formula applied smoothly and wore beautifully for a couple of hours. It’s not a long-wear shade, but it had great color payoff and felt pleasantly moisturizing without feathering or bleeding. Persian Melon is an intense pink that is available in the same wonderful creme formula. They are currently available at Walgreens for $6.99.

Cop some fierce old lady style and try out Revlon Moon Drops lipsticks. The fragrance takes some getting used to, but the creamy formula is really top-notch.


For anyone not watching The Weather Channel, the Midwest is currently as frigid as my spinsterish middle school choir instructor. My beloved Chi-town has turned into Chi-beria (clever portmanteau of Chicago and Siberia; gaze in amazement upon my boundless wit). Sadly, I do not live there anymore, so I am unable to warm your climes with my ineffable charm.
Of course, I’m in Seattle where it’s a sunny 45 degrees outside. But if I were back home, this is what I’d be wearing…
  • A sporty tech-fabric turtleneck to keep me toasty and comfortable. As an unintended bonus, while wearing a white turtleneck you can easily imagine yourself as Diane Keaton summering in the Hamptons.
  • A cashmere sweater. This Rag & Bone option is cool as fuck and has an uber-flattering neckline.
  • Leather pants to keep your legs pleasantly warm (layered over fleece-lined tights for the ultra-chilly). These Helmut Lang stretch leather leggings are merely a faraway dream, but my wallet can certainly handle one of the many iterations of the leather legging look available at H&M.
  • Sorel Tivoli boots. Snow doesn’t mess around, and neither do Sorels. They’re exceptionally weatherproof and have sturdy leak-proof seams. Shearling-lined or Thinsulate Bean boots would be an acceptable substitution. Both keep your toesies toasty while making you look like a celeb casually strolling the streets at Sundance (not that I would recommend you go casually strolling in -50 wind chill). NOT PICTURED: heavy-duty wool socks. You’ll want those, too.
  • There is no love greater than my love for fishtail parkas. This Barbour one will last for decades.
  • Leather gloves are a must, but you could lose a finger to frostbite if you have to take them off to text. These Grandoe tech gloves allow you to use a touch screen phone without losing a digit.
  • Cable knit infinity scarf. Nothing looks cozier than a cable knit infinity scarf. Drowsy golden retriever puppies cuddled together on a flannel blanket in front of a gently crackling fire cannot hold a candle to cable knit infinity scarves.

To all my friends in the Midwest, stay safe and stay indoors!