Between now and the end of the year, my brother predicts that I'll spend more time in airports and on planes than I will on Instagram.
If my passport is anything to go by, I would say that I've done more flying in the past eight months than I have in the previous 19 years of my existence. Between now and the end of the year, my brother predicts that I'll spend more time in airports and on planes than I will on Instagram.
This excites me.
But, for all its career growth and worldly experiences, travel does take a resounding toll on your body in every possible way. I am yet to find a perfect exercise medium after sitting still in air travel somehow completely saps your body of all physical capabilities, and the older I get (literally by the week), the jetlag challenge consumes more and more brain juice. But, until I solve these burning life questions, and pursuant to the demands of both my body and your sweet selves, it would appear that skincare is the beauty essential that forms the illusion of having flown First Class i.e. more than three hours of sleep. At the very least.
This New York Fashion Week time around, it was a quick one. Ten days in town. No time to fix jetlag. No time to sleep. No time to exercise (except one ridiculously sexy hour at SoulCycle - I highly recommend it and am considering the numbers in franchising it in Australia... kind of... somebody do it). And yet, etiquette says that it is wildly inappropriate to be wearing sunglasses during meetings unless (and only sometimes unless) it is over iced tea on an uncovered terrace. The same rule applies for all those who are not Anna Wintour during shows - for even she shed her eye armour on more than one front row occasion this season.
Perhaps she'd found her Aesop.
I, personally, rotate my skincare products every 6-8 weeks to keep my face guessing. This time, it's Aesop, whose famous cleanser and toner I am very familiar with and survived New York's brutal February on earlier this year, no less. Between on-the-hour sprays of the facial hydrosol during 24 hours of airborne transit both ways, instantaneous dissolution of New York City grime after a long day of shows and appointments, and the anti-oxidant serum that I definitely used more than would normally be recommended given the week-long stress of unfamiliar temperatures and humidities my skin had to deal with, I would say I'm happy to continue this beauty bracket until that upper limit of 8 weeks alongside water by the litre per day. Thank goodness for that - I currently have 24 hours to complete a 30% assignment, a week to study for a 50% exam, then fly to Tokyo and Seoul for another whirlwind ten days of work at the end of next week.
And of course, like a true traveler, I wittingly left any form of hair and body care at home, to which the Soho Grand Hotel's in-room C.O. Bigelow supplements fueled my quiet obsession with packaging that looks like a turn-of-the-century (and proudly loopy) apothecary slaved over for a day or two.
It's the elixir of youth marketing vibe.
And damn it works.
Also, it does a great job of cleaning your hair and keeping the rest of yourself hydrated.
Larsson & Jennings Resurgence Watch
Macarons from my dear Vanessa