The Thing About French Skincare

Behold, my Parisian product haul.

Let me preface this week’s #BeerFace letter by saying this: I suck. I’m sitting in a stupidly cute cafe attached to my hotel in Paris after I spent the entire day walking around the city, reading in parks and eating pain au chocolat. I wandered through the Marais, Saint Germaine and the Latin Quarter, stopping in random vintage stores before trying (and failing) to buy the Alaïa flats I’ve wanted for months. I’ve been unencumbered and entirely alone, a luxury few of us are afforded in life. Let me reiterate, I suck, I know it, and I’m not sorry. C’est la vie!

J’adore Paris

And since I actually checked a suitcase on this mini vacation (which is sandwiched between two European press trips) I obviously made the trek to the city’s most notorious beauty destination: City Pharma. I am, in other words, a very happy beauty editor.

Among the many things I love about my chosen career, the fact that I rarely have to pay for products ranks exceptionally high. So to drop close to $100 on a basket full of skincare really speaks to my obsession. I am admittedly not immune to the charms of “French girl” beauty, but not for the reasons you think.