I’m brown, so I kinda thought that bronzing gel would be not all that incredibly useful for me, but you know…Tom Ford. He sucks you in. I pretty much love everything he’s ever done. That damned subtle elegance of his gets me, and everything I’ve tried from the 2017 Soleil Summer Collection has been rocking my booty shorts off, including this $48 Bronzing Gel.
Yes, it’s nauseatingly expensive, but by Tom Ford standards, $48 is borderline reasonable.
It’s a lightweight golden bronze gel you can use on your face and body (I just use it on my face though). I apply it with my fingertips and blend it in wherever I would normally apply bronzer, like on my cheeks, across my nose and around the edge of my face. I use it in place of bronzer sometimes.
It gives my NC42 skin a subtle, buttery warmth and a bronzed golden pearly glow.
I know I keep referring to the pieces in this collection as things that give you “vacation skin,” partly because I’ve got vacations on the brain, but I really do think that that’s what this does — gives you vacation skin.
When I wear it, I look like I just woke up from a long nap on the world’s most comfortable hammock on the world’s most amazing beach.
Ah… It makes my skin a dewy, toasty golden brown. It’s a subtle effect, but I like it. I need it, too, after what has felt like THE LONGEST WINTER EVER.
If it happened to you…
Filed under, “Weird Things That You Think Only Happen to You and When You Find Out That They Also Happen to Other People You’re Relieved.”
Yes, it’s a very wide filing cabinet. 🙂
I was talking to a girl last night at the gym about laundry, of all things, and she started telling me this story about how she put on a pair of clean skinny jeans that she washed the night before but didn’t realize until lunchtime at work the next day that there was a weird lump in her calf area.
When she went to the bathroom to check it out, she found a pair of underwear that had gotten stuck in her jeans all through the wash.
I said, “WHAT?! That happened to me too! The same exact thing!”
It was a gray pair of Citizens skinny jeans, and I didn’t realize until I was halfway through lunch at The Cheesecake Factory that I had a big lump of underwear in the back of my thigh…
Oddly, I feel a lot better knowing that I’m not the only person this has happened to.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,