Well, we’re about a month into baseball season, and the only reason I know that is…because I looked it up on the Internet. That being said, I’ve been dressing up like I’m headed to Yankee Stadium for the past two weekends. It’s cool to look like a kid! Like a rough-and-tumble ten year old, sticking it to the man with a backwards snapback and pushed-up sleeves. Except you’re actually a totally grown-up babe in denim short-shorts and bronzer. See: Rihanna.

1. J. Crew's  Knitted Baseball Sweater: Ever since I hunted down the red and white "AMERICA" Isabel Marant jersey last summer (which, by the way, I totally still wear despite the fact that it is so three seasons ago), I've had a thing for slightly loose baseball tees. This one might actually be the most luxurious offering out there—which means it's also weekday-appropriate.

2. Converse's Hi All Star White Leather Sneakers: The most recent kicks to catch my eye are vaguely Margiela but with an Urban Outfitters price tag. I don't care if it's hot out: white (-on-white) leather rules. And if the whole $800 sneaker thing doesn't freak you out, check out these Giuseppe Zanotti metal-strap puppies. *Swoon*

3. Ginette_NY's Mini Straw Necklace: Why does "statement necklace" seem to always mean loud and huge? I would think it's something you'd wear every day, something delicate and simple enough to go with everything and you never have to take it off—like my smattering of Catbird rings— thus becoming your statement. You should be wearing it, it should not be wearing you.

4. Marc by Marc Jacobs's 3-D Foil-Effect iPhone 5 case: BRING ON THE BLING! And never again ask, "Where's my phone?"

5. Nef's Crownzer Cap: Ah, baseball hats. Where to start? Like denim shirts, the best ones of are usually found not in a store but in a friend/boyfriend/dad/brother's closet. They've also, thanks in large part to certain street-style stars/models like Hanne Gaby Odiele and Caroline Brasch Nielsen, become the new headband. It's all about the snapback, front and center, and this particular Nef one is baby blue. Think of it like eyeliner for your forehead.

—Emily Weiss

The Great Gatsby opens nation wide today, and while F. Scott Fitzgerald rolls in his grave, all of America will be granted access to see the maybe-not-so-great film in 3-D (it is currently rated at 51% on Rotten Tomatoes… ouch). Admittedly, we had very high hopes, but not every Baz Luhrmann film can be as perfect as Romeo + Juliet, can it? If nothing else, the movie is an excuse to see two childhood buds all grown up, hear the unbelievably amazing soundtrack (spoiler: you don’t really have to see the film to appreciate that one), and more importantly, drown in the Prada-designed costumes. We’d be remiss, when speaking of Roaring Twenties Long-Island Americana, not to mention the still-chic bob, because, like Gatsby, we very much believe your hair can (and should) “repeat the past.”

For starters: what exactly is a bob? In basic terms, it’s a short women's haircut. But how short is short (say short one more time…short)? Is it just below the ears? Is it grazing the chin? Is it anything above your clavicle? Well, theoretically it is all of the above. We would venture to say a bob is anything longer than a pixie and shorter than your shoulders. The look originated around World War I as the then-typical “feminine” long hair was deemed unsuitable for war work and was subsequently popularized by the actress Louise Brooks [61, 62] in the early 1920s. Though the style ebbs and flows in popularity, it has never truly gone out of style. There is the iconic bob belonging to none other than the fashion god, Anna Wintour [3, 4], and if she deems something suitable for every day style, then clearly, it's a look to pay attention to-- Michelle Obama [12], Anja Rubik [1-3], Kirsten Dunst [59], and Gwyneth Paltrow [9] all have, in their own special ways. Much like Catherine Zeta Jones [24] rocked our socks off with her bob (and all that jazz) in Chicago, we’re hoping that Carey Mulligan [16, 17] can do the same in Gatsby. Stay tuned… Check out 65 of our favorite bobs, from the neon wigs at Chanel Resort 2013 [20] to that of our recently resurfaced '90s crush, Winona Ryder [32, 33], and tell us you aren't feeling scissor-happy. Just a little bit?

P.S. Our love of cats is no secret, so maybe this is just us, but the below is an adaptation we'd like to see made.

[1-3] Anja Rubik,  [4, 5] Anna Wintour, [6-8] Arizona Muse, [9, 10] Gwyneth Paltrow, [11] Audrey Tautou in Amélie, [12] Michelle Obama, [13] Barbra Streisand, [14] Christy Turlington, [15] Ali Michael, [16, 17] Carey Mulligan in The Great Gatsby, [18, 19] Naomi Campbell, [20] Bette Franke, Sigrid Agren, and Sara Blomqvist backstage at Chanel Resort 2013, [21] Alicia Keys, [22] Alexa Chung, [23] Sarah Jessica Parker in Sex and The City, [24] Catherine Zeta Jones in Chicago, [25] Chloe Sevigny, [26, 27] Freja Beha Erichsen, [28] Rihanna, [29] Anna Ewers and Keke Lindgard, [30] Courtney Love, [31] Natalie Portman in Closer, [32, 33] Winona Ryder, [34, 35] Keira Knightley, [36] Ashleigh Good, [37, 38] Xiao Wen Ju, [39] January Jones, [40] Aline Weber, [41] Berenice Bejo in The Artist, [42] Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction, [43, 44] Faye Dunaway, [45] Cameron Diaz, [46] Linda Evangelista, [47] Catherine McNeil, [48] Jackie Kennedy, [49] Coco Chanel, [50] Drew Barrymore, [51, 52] Isabella Rosselini, [53] Julie Andrews, [54-56] Karlie Kloss, [57] Suri Cruise, [58] Katie Holmes, [59] Kirsten Dunst, [60] Linda Fargo, [61, 62] Louise Brooks, [63] Lucy Liu, [64] Sam Rollinson, [65] Emily Weiss

It was announced earlier this week that Christy Turlington will be reprising her role as the face of Calvin Klein Underwear while the current face of the brand, Lara Stone, is on maternity leave (models have that too, apparently). Sure, we all know the trend of this decade is to relive those of the ‘90s, but this is unfounded! The sometimes model, Every Mother Counts founder, and 44 year-old mother of two was first selected to front the brand in 1988—a quarter century ago (damn, that is some impressive shit right there, Christy)—in an iconic campaign photographed by Irving Penn. Though her new shots won’t appear on billboards and in magazines until later this year, the resurgence of this super über-model made us reminisce about other stars who've stripped down in the name of of promoting skivvies (and some of their own personal assets). While quite possibly the Greatest Ad Ever—Marky Mark and Kate Moss embracing—was the first image to pop into our minds, there have been a handful of other delightful celebrippearances in barely-there underwear in the last quarter century. Take a look at our not-quite-SFW findings.

P.S. We’ve also noticed that a great rule of thumb for getting a fantastic and classy—not cheesy and slutty…well, maybe a bit slutty, but that’s all right—underwear ad is to shoot in black and white. Snapchat, take note and add some filters? Just a thought.

Oh, and there is also this:

You're welcome.

[1] Mark Wahlberg and Kate Moss for Calvin Klein, [2] Kate Moss for Calvin Klein, [3-5] Mark Wahlberg for Calvin Klein, [6-8] Christy Turlington for Calvin Klein, [9] Tyson Beckford for Polo Ralph Lauren, [10] Eva Herzigova for Wonderbra, [11,12] Cristiano Rinaldo for Emporio Armani, [13-15] David Beckham for Emporio Armani, [16] David Beckham for H&M, [17] Tom Hintnaus for Calvin Klein, [18, 19] Eva Mendes for Calvin Klein, [20, 21] Lara Stone for Calvin Klein, [22] Antonio Sabato Jr. for Calvin Klein, [23, 24] Djimon Hounsou, [25] Gisele Bundchen for Victoria's Secret, [26-28] Megan Fox for Emporio Armani, [29] Fredrik Ljungberg and Natalia Vodianova for Calvin Klein, [30] Natalia Vodianova for Calvin Klein, [31] Zoe Saldana for Calvin Klein.

I’m standing in front of a wall of Make Up For Ever lipsticks at Sephora with not one, but three resident “Color Experts” at my side. It’s a Friday evening and the store is booming like New York’s hottest club (Stefon, back me up on this). I reach for a nearly-black Azealia-Banks-“1991”-esque tube but am practically hand-slapped by the Color Expert with a heart drawn next to her eye. “If you’re a fashionista and like to keep up with the trends,” she says (BTW: how could she read me so easily?!), “then you’ll want to go for lighter, brighter colors for spring and summer.” I’m also instructed to limit my testing to three lipsticks—any more than that, they tell me, will cause the skin around my mouth to become red and blotchy, rendering any color disagreeable. I nab a creamy pink, a classic red, and am handed their seasonal pick: a very J.Crew peach. The pixiest of the three Experts leads me to a chair to try them on.

But let’s back up. A few days earlier at the Gloffice, as a rare tube of RiRi Woo was being passed around, discussion turned to the Bold Red Lip. “I just started wearing red lipstick last year,” I confessed. Emily picked her jaw up from off of the floor. “I have a really small mouth,” I said. Emily and Nick clearly weren’t following. “Why does that matter?” asked the amply-lipped Weiss. Well, doesn’t it?

While I’m currently very comfortable, nay, downright confident, wearing any and all shades of lipstick, I wasn’t always this way. I grew up in the Bay Area, but I’m originally from Upstate New York, where a Bold Red Lip looks just as out of place as a Kardashian at a Phish show. And even in California, I ran into trouble: on my first day of high school, our resident Regina George introduced herself to me by cooing, “Aw, you don’t wear makeup—that’s so cute.” Kill me.

Apart from feeling over-dressed­—and uncomfortable—in bright lipstick, it was also around this super-pleasant adolescent time of my life that my then-boyfriend started to tease me about the size of my lips. (In his defense, my mouth is actually so small that I don’t even have a full set of adult teeth; some had to be pulled—my dentist is a fantastic editor.) But, still, leave it to a boy to wreak havoc on your self-image.

I distinctly remember this one line from a Russian novel I read for a class: “All women are lips, nothing but lips.” Did that mean I was destined to be a sub-par woman? And if so, I certainly wasn’t going to elaborately decorate my female flaw. So when I wasn’t sneaking coats of Lip Venom and/or Lip Injection in the bathroom to amplify my “puny, lifeless” pout—Too-Faced’s words, not mine—I did my best to draw the focus to my eyes and cheeks. I thought of that saying about playing up your best features or whatever, and clearly my mouth was not among them.

But by the time college rolled around, I was ready to redefine myself in New York City. In fact, I bought my first tube of lipstick—a baby pink by Maybelline—at Duane Reade on the night of my first Misshapes party. (It was meant to round out this Valley of the Dolls moment I was trying to have, OK?) I was in love. Though nearly sheer and imperceptible, the act of applying it made me feel so… feminine. Later that evening at Don Hill’s, my chunky white headband, teased hair, babydoll dress, painted lips, and I all had a fantastic time trying our best not to smile. And when I (we) felt bored or fidgety, suddenly there was something to do: reapply!

I stuck with my trusty Maybelline for a few years after graduating, until I just felt ready to big up my lips. I wish I could recall the exact catalyst. Maybe it was the change of environment—you know, becoming a Working Girl—or being (and feeling) older, or the fact that my face was finally growing into its features (or vice versa…) or just not caring about what other people thought anymore, but it happened.

Gwyneth Paltrow is widely quoted as having uttered something to the effect of: “Beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick.” I wanted all of that. I went out and bought tubes of Nars red, orange, peach, and pink, and a dark, dark purple from MAC. And I still wear them everywhere, no matter the time of day or year. (I’ve also made a point to avoid boys who make you feel bad about yourself, which gets easier with age.) And while I can’t imbue all diminutively-mouthed women with my late-onset confidence, I can leave you with my Sephora Color Expert’s words of wisdom:

- Everyone hates themselves in lipstick at first: “It’s just shocking.”
- Using a brush will give you more control, not only in the precision of the line but in the amount of product you’re putting on.
- Applying too much lipstick will cause it to bleed faster. If you apply the right amount, you should only need to retouch after eating (or not even then, if you’re Jen Brill).
- Resist the urge to turn up the volume on the rest of your makeup to match your bright lip.

In conclusion: I now think of lipstick the way I think of karaoke, which is to say I’m somewhat cautious of it, but I realize it’s much less about a god-given gift than it is about committing to it and feeling confident. Sometimes we can’t be tied down to what’s “recommended” for us: big or small lips, pear or apple shapes, large or small busts. And I, for one, no longer care to be advised that dark colors will make my lips look smaller. Do you see Lily Cole, KStew, or Jennifer Aniston backing down? No. Rules are meant to be broken.

—Mackenzie Wagoner

Mackenzie Wagoner—the newest member of Team ITG!—photographed by Emily Weiss in New York on May 13, 2013. [2,3] Photos by Mackenzie Wagoner, [4] Jennifer Aniston, [5] Kristen Stewart, [6] Lily Cole

Oribe has done for hair what Febreze did for college dorm rooms. The hairdresser's new, pleasingly subtle "hair refresher" Côte d’Azure—so named for the gleaming French Riviera territory —holds the promise of neutralizing that not-totally-clean hair smell, cutting static, and imparting an invigorating, shampoo-y essence to your hair, rather than an elevator-clearing perfume. Say you’re hit up on GChat to swing by a can’t-miss meeting/party/dinner/date on the 3rd day of your very IRL hair-washing cycle? Don't worry about it. Lock and load the petite, purse-friendly gold bottle in your bag and spray yourself on the go.

We've passed the cannister around the Gloffice, ever so lightly spritzing our 'dos with the fruity-floral cocktail of edelweiss, watermelon, and lychee extracts (real ones), and let us tell you: any hair-stench is gone, in its place a lingering scent that's more standing-outside-of-a-really-bougie-salon than loitering-in-front-of-Bath-&-Body-Works. And you know what? We did feel refreshed, cared for, pampered—this stuff yells (whispers firmly?) “I take very good care of myself." Even if that is a little white lie. (And we’ll remind you, like we've reminded ourselves, that this spray is not a long-term alternative to actually cleansing.)

Photo by Elizabeth Brockway

Winona, where have you hiding (besides, of course, in our Instagram feeds and tucked away in “Inspiration" folder on our desktops, not to mention sub-folders specifically dedicated to "Johnny + Winona Forever")?!?!

Though she popped up as Spock’s mother (R.I.P.) in J.J. Abrams' first Star Trek movie and in 2010's Black Swan, it seemed our Nineties sweetheart all but fell off the face of Hollywood (but never, ever our hearts)—all after Johnny Depp replaced his “Winona Forever” tattoo with the much-more-sensical “Wino Forever." Well, this isn't completely true, but, regardless, Winona's here again, appearing in not one, but two promising films in 2013; the first, The Iceman, is currently in theaters, and the second, Homefront, comes out this fall.

Ryder's publicity campaign (unofficially) launches with a gothic bang: the May cover of Interview magazine. The 41-year-old looks as young as ever—really, it's like she's barely aged since donning shoulder pads and a whole lot of hairspray as Veronica in Heathers. That said, she has certainly grown up, and she is styled rather vampy with her jet-black hair, bold brows, and pale skin, highlighted by seemingly minimal makeup except a cherry-red lip and a light eye.

Here's what we gleaned from the accompanying conversation: Ryder's just like the rest of us (albeit a very, very cool version), insecure about some things, a bit embarrassed about her past and her naiveté in her early years, but also proud of the person that she was and has become. Plus, she acknowledges her missteps (alluding to the whole shoplifting fiasco), and explains how she's grown from them. Winona, we are so down with you.

The original bitch is back. So, excuse us as we go watch Heathers...followed by Reality Bites, Beetlejuice, Edward Scissorhands, and her Oscar-nominated performance in Little Women—plus, that gives us a chance to fawn over a young Christian Bale as Laurie. Ahhh.

P.S. If you don't have a folder dedicated to Johnny and Winona, this recent BuzzFeed article demonstrating their late, great love should spark a new fondness and longing for their good years. We miss you. Maybe it’s time to reunite the love?

P.P.S. May we suggest The Wombats' “1996” as the perfect musical accompaniment to a stroll down Winona Lane:

Winona Ryder photographed by Craig McDean for Interview magazine, May 2013. Hair by Anthony Turner. Makeup by Francelle.

Crafting the “perfect brow” is sort of the Mount Everest of beauty "basics"—many have fallen, or been otherwise foiled, in their attempt to reach the top (AKA the perfect arch). Some of us made mistakes in middle and high school, for which we are still paying. Should you pluck or wax? Or should you go caveman and wear them au naturel? Well, whatever your preference at the moment, it seems like the new trend, if you can call it that, is to replicate the 1950s-esque bold brow. Credit Cara Delevingne (she should be a paid spokeswoman for the thick brow), or even this month's Winona Ryder Interview cover, but we have become increasingly focused on our lower foreheads.

But what to do? Ask today's Top Shelf subject, Charlotte Tilbury. Just in the nick of time, the makeup-artist extraordinaire teamed up with Net-A-Porter to teach the brow-befuddled among us how to emulate Cara on a daily basis—consider it a less permanent homage to the 'It' model than a lion finger tattoo. Cheers!

Remember when we wrote about our moms and how they usually know best (even if they let us make our own beauty-related mistakes)? Well, in typical fashion, you guys added some amazing Mom-knows-best stories in the comments. And one, by a commenter named Adrienne Angelos, was too good not to share, and to award with one of the two $1,500 Barneys New York gift cards we were giving away in the spirit of Mother's Day. Adrienne: Congrats! NOW, WHAT WILL YOU BE BUYING YOUR AMAZING MOM, HUH, ADRIENNE!? You don't have to answer that. (Our other winner has been notified, and you two will be receiving your goodies soon.) To everyone who didn't win, aren't moms gifts unto themselves? But anyway, Adrienne's story:

I know this is just another hair-dying story, but I think it really shows why my mom's a winner.

I think it all started with an innocent trip to Wal-Mart. (I'm from the Midwest—when you're a teen, everything starts with an innocent trip to Wal-Mart.) My sister, a few months past 16, and I were excited to be out alone and, apparently, it left us feeling grown up. Our newfound maturity directed us down the hair-dye aisle, and we perused the selection until something caught our attention. I can't remember the brand, but the box was glossy and promised "multi-faceted color" and—red flag number one—how could anyone resist the exotic beauty promised by a shade called "Toasted Coconut"? I had to be that girl on the box, smiling and flipping her hair. My sister pulled out her cell phone and called Mom. She was at some church activity, so we thought maybe she'd give in quickly just to get off the phone, but she withstood our begging and pleading. The answer was a definite "No." This is where the story should end, but if my past is representative of anything, it's that I'm determined to learn all of my life lessons the hard way. I kept at my sister, telling her we could still dye my hair—MY hair was mine to color if I wanted, nevermind that I was 14 and still hadn't mastered color theory as it relates to makeup. Twenty minutes and 20 dollars later, we were out in the Wal-Mart parking lot with the cheapest towel available around my shoulders, laboriously working the cream into my hair with the windows of my sister's '89 Maxima rolled all the way down. While the dye did its thing, we sat and talked, my nervous excitement building. How much trouble would we be in? Or, gasp, would it only be me that would get in trouble? Soon, it was time to rinse. I'm not sure why we didn't just go home at this point. The damage was already done. But teenage decision-making prevailed, and we drove to a small gas station, where I dashed into the bathroom and shoved my head into the sink. I rinsed it out as quickly as I could manage with my head trapped underneath that short faucet, wrapped up my hair turban-style, and dashed back out to the car to head home.

Here's where the real fun starts: I hadn't even looked at myself yet, and I come sauntering in the room to see my unaware dad, reading on the couch. He gives me a strange glance but doesn't think much otherwise. I disappear into my bedroom and my sister quickly follows. We unwrap my hair to see my previously not-really-so-bad mouse-brown hair turned to a predictably GLOWING orange. I immediately see my junior-high social life flash before my eyes. I look utterly ridiculous.

We panicked quietly until my mom came home. I called her sheepishly into her bedroom, where I sat on her bed with my hair hidden under another towel-turban. Without saying a word, I pulled the towel off and collapsed into tears. My mom, saint of all saints, managed not to laugh at my face or even say "I told you so." She gave me a hug and proceeded to save the day/night/my life. One of her best friends (and my own best friend's mother) was a beautician and she happened to live about two blocks away from us. My mom rang her up, explained my mistake, and convinced this woman to take me down to the parlor at 10 o'clock at night to strip and then re-dye my hair to a more normal shade of brown [pictured above]. We were there past midnight, but school the next day was a breeze—only my female classmates noticed the slight change.

—Adrienne Angelos

Photos courtesy of Adrienne Angelos (well, courtesy of her mom, actually).

“My big obsession is what I do every single day—I’m a makeup artist. It’s really about empowering people by putting their best foot forward, the best version of how they can look. We’re all tired, we all have pimples, we all have whatever. But when you put the right kind of makeup on…that’s what people like. While I was first known for skin, I think I’m now known for making-up women’s eyes. I make a woman’s eye mesmerizing, make the color pop in a way that it never had popped before, or transform that eye shape to make it look sexier. Penelope Cruz has always said to me, ‘You give me the best eye.’

I was brought up in Ibiza. My parents are quite bohemian—my father was an artist, and my mother did production, and they were partly involved in some of the clubs that were opening up there. My mother was glamorous—she wore red lipstick and high heels—but we still lived on an island. In terms of makeup, everyone had a little tan, a bit of lip gloss, and that was it. When I went to boarding school [in England] at 13, I saw that all of the English girls wore lots of makeup. That’s when I discovered mascara. I had fair eyelashes, and I went from having this ‘piggy’ look on my face to suddenly having these thick, black, long lashes. After three months, I went back to Ibiza on a school break, and I was more popular overnight. Everyone was like, ‘You’ve just really matured; you look really great now.’ It was like, Oh my god. This is the power of makeup. It made a massive difference on my face. After that, I never wanted to be seen without makeup ever again. And I made that pact, from that day onwards: I sleep in my makeup.

If I’m on my own, I won’t sleep in it, but my husband has never seen me without makeup. It comes off, and goes back on again. At night, I take everything off my face and moisturize—because you have to let your skin breathe a bit—but then I put everything right back on again: a little under-eye brightener, either the Tom Ford Illuminating Highlight Pen or Bobbi Brown Tinted Eye Brightener, then the eye goes back on, and maybe a little tint on the cheeks. My mother said to me, ‘You always have to keep the mystery alive…’ I made the mistake of showing a boyfriend my un-made-up face once, and it was a big disaster. He was like, ‘What happened to your eyes?!’ And I told him, ‘…No, you’re right, those are my eyes, not these.’ [Laughs]

As far as my routine, I start with a base of my magic cream, which is a secret mix from the lab. It’s a base of a very thick moisturizer—a barrier cream that kind of protects the skin—and also filled with a lot of amazing anti-aging stuff and hydration. It’s my version of a Crème de la Mer; a literal a turn-around cream. When models and celebrities see me and they’re exhausted from doing ten million shows and running around the world doing whatever, this cream totally illuminates the skin as if it’s brand new. That’s why I call it Charlotte’s Magic Cream. Other than that, I like Lucas' Papaw Ointment and Sisley Supremya Anti-Aging At Night Serum, and Sisley Black Rose Cream Mask—it’s not too scented.

Then, I put on foundation over my cream, which I always do with this pat-pat-pat-pat motion. By putting the moisturizer on and patting the foundation or concealer in, you’re livening up the skin and giving it a mini-lift by increasing circulation; the skin does really glow afterwards. I use my fingers a lot for foundation and concealer, because the warmth of your hand helps blend it in.

I normally thin out foundations, or mix them—I don’t want to use a tinted moisturizer. I love this foundation from MyFace, because I want coverage and I want luminosity; I hate skin when it looks thick and cake-y. It’s all about shade and texture. Tom Ford Shade & Illuminate Palette is great, too, and I mix it with the MyFace MyMix foundation. For any spots, I love Maximum Coverage Camouflage Makeup for Face and Body by Estée Lauder, which I’m always thinning down with moisturizer. It does not move—it’s a creamier version of Laura Mercier Camouflage Concealer, which can be a bit thick. Then for blush, I use Tom Ford Bronzing Powder or Orgasm by Nars. Putting on some blush on is like putting life back into your skin.

On my eyes, I always put on eyeliner before mascara. I like to do what I call the ‘feline flick,’ inspired by all of those icons of the 1950s, '60s, '70s. Cats are very sensual, and that elongation—it just immediately says ‘sexy’ to me. I trace the shape I want my eyes to be with Dior’s Waterproof Crayon Eyeliner in Intense Brown and then I go over it with mascaras, plural. [Laughs]. My mascara is a hybrid of four different mascaras, until I develop my own. I might start with either the Chanel Inimitable or Kevyn Aucoin to get separation and definition, and then I might build up a little with the Maybelline Colossal, to add length and make them grow. Once I’ve got that in place and I want more drama, I go over with the Tom Ford Mascara or the Estée Lauder Sumptuous Extreme Mascara. Always in black. And I’ll add even more of the Tom Ford or the Estée Lauder one at night when I’m going out, just to make it even more false-eye-lashy looking.  I’m wishing for the perfect mascara; I don’t want to use five. It’s a fucking bore to use five! If only I could find the perfect mascara, the perfect cream, the perfect foundation…

I use eyebrow pencils by Tom Ford or MAC. And on my lids, I love the Tom Ford Eye Color Quad in Cognac Sable. Amazing. I use the Sable all over my eyes, and then I also use a bit of a shimmery one that we’ve got in the palette. I always use brushes for eyes and powders.

For lipsticks, I never do a red. I always do a nude. I just think I’ve got so much already with the red hair, and my lips are a better shape with a paler color…though I do love Ruby Woo Matte Lipstick by MAC. It’s still the same formula as it was [when it came out]. I usually do the Kevyn Aucoin Lip Pencil in Medium. It’s a neutral shade, but for me, it’s just a genius color. Actually, Lisa-Marie Presley introduced me to it when I did her makeup once. I think Bridget Fonda also used it. It’s just that kind of great supermodel color. On top, I might add a Tom Ford nude [lipstick] or mix a few.

At the end of the day, I take off mascara off with Lancôme Bi-Facil. Créaline is good, but I’m wearing a lot of makeup—I have on four different mascaras and waterproof eyeliner—I need some heavy-duty stuff! Also, it’s terrible to pull around at your eyes while you’re cleaning. I always wet the cotton pads with water, squeeze them, and hold them on my skin to let it soak, melting the makeup off. This way I’m not just dragging my eyes around my face and I won’t end up looking like a bag.

My hair was pretty much like this growing up, and I got the fringe when I was 20 or so—I’ve always been obsessed by ‘60s icons, like Brigitte Bardot, the slight beehive. But I don’t do much to my hair, just wash it and blow dry the fringe with a round brush and blow dry the roots, and then put in a bit of Oribe Dry Texturizing Spray and back-comb it with a Mason Pearson hairbrush, teasing it to get a little bit of height in the back. I’ve never colored my hair. It’s actually gotten lighter—it used to be a rich, dark red, but redheads lose their pigment as they get older. I quite like the fact that it’s going blond, though! [Laughs]

I like being sexy and glamorous. I wear makeup, I wear heels, I wear dresses. I love it. That’s what I’m really into! Because I’ve got big boobs and a small waist, it’s always about nipping-in the waist: pencil skirts, chiffon dresses with belts, and always high heels. Always high heels. I don’t own any flat shoes. One time, I was on a shoot with Kate Moss and I had to take my shoes off. The crew found me in a corner, literally sidestepping, because I felt like I had lost my personality! It’s like, I put a heel on, and I feel alive. On the beach, I wear high-heeled espadrilles by Christian Louboutin. I even found a pair of high-heeled sneakers, and I was like, ‘I’m going to have to buy those if I have to go on a location.’

Makeup literally changed my life. I put on mascara and the whole world’s reaction to me changed. I remember feeling kind of hurt about that. And then I realized, Actually, I’m just like everybody else. I do judge people by the way that they look; we all do. Obviously the personality matters, but that initial moment, if someone walks into a room and they’re gorgeous, you kind of embrace it. Beauty is such a beguiling thing. I see all these models in magazines, and I go, ‘Oh my god.’ I realized makeup is a huge part of really enhancing and playing up somebody’s features to their advantage. Beauty is power, and makeup is something that really enhances that; it’s a woman’s secret weapon.”

—as told to ITG

Charlotte Tilbury photographed by Emily Weiss at the Bowery Hotel in New York on February 12, 2013.

"I was born in Korea, but my family moved to Anaheim, California—where Disneyland is—when I was ten. Then, I went to college at Berkeley up in the Bay Area and moved to San Francisco after I graduated, which is where I got scouted. I was in a vintage store. I figured I’d give modeling a try, and I moved to New York full-time about a year-and-a-half ago. I still had my black hair. It was fine, and then Roman [Young], the director at my agency, Wilhelmina, suggested that we maybe try something different, like bleach my hair. It was funny, the way they brought it up. They were trying to be really careful about approaching it because they probably thought I would turn it down, but I was like, ‘Yeah! I wanna try.’ I’ve actually always wanted to bleach my hair but I thought they wouldn’t let me. Anyway, so I bleached my hair and things started picking up, and here I am.

My hair doesn’t really make me feel very different, but I know that I get perceived as a different person. People think that I’m more more eccentric, open, or adventurous, but it’s really just the hair… I’ve always been pretty liberal and free-spirited and easygoing. I’m still really into the blond, but I know that it’s going to give up on me soon. It’s already suffering from severe breakage from all the shows and the styling, so we’re going to have to think about another exciting direction. I’m not really sure what it will be.

Since I met Carine Roitfeld last December and shot for CR Fashion Book, I’ve worked with her a few times. She’s been amazing and so supportive; I’ve always admired her work and her style. Actually, a lot of my bookings lately have just been things for her because all it takes is one really powerful person to support you and recommend you to other people, and then everything kind of follows after that. Carine was my connector to Chanel, Max Mara, and Tom Ford. Tom Ford went really well—I met him and he asked me where I was from and I said ‘Korea’ and he was like, ‘Oh, your English is so good,’ and I told him that I grew up in California and he was like, ‘Oh, that’s why!’ He loves that I grew up in suburban California—we talked all about Disneyland. [Laughs]

I am really a breed of multiple cultures: I’m not really Korean because I’ve been in America since I was ten, but my parents are really Korean. They live in America, but they’re not one hundred percent Americanized. So, I understand both cultures and I take what I like from each, and I am my own person.”

—as told to ITG

Soo Joo Park, wearing Obsessive Compulsive Cosmetics Lip Tar in Vintage, photographed by Ezra Petronio in Paris on February 26th, 2013. Makeup by Emily Weiss. Part 4 of an ITG series with Self Service.