Sephora, Mon Amour
Sephora has opened their new Union Square location, finally wising up to the fact that lazy 14th street shoppers like myself don't want to walk all the way over to Fifth Avenue just to touch up their eyeliner before a big date. (Those avenue blocks—they're killers.) I spent half an hour browsing the new store today, playing with the makeup, spritzing on the perfume (my new must-haves: Hermes Un Jardin Sur Le Nil and Lanvin Eclat d'Arpege) and sizing up the skincare lines (currently reinfatuated with Lancome. And what has become of Darphin, an old favorite?). The wonderful thing about Sephora for somebody like me is the rare opportunity to see an entire line laid out—no press releases, no selective mailings from PR people, but simply row after row of blushes and gloss, moisturizers and cleansers. It also makes me realize that, no matter how much time I devote to it, I will never be able to try all of the beauty products in the world. I find this exciting: there will always be new products and new innovations. And, alas, my bathroom cabinets will never be tidy.