Rescue Beauty Blog Rescue Beauty Blog Thu, 30 Jul 2015 19:54:47 +0000 en-US hourly 1 Introducing The Bloggers’ Collection 3.0. Wed, 17 Jun 2015 16:25:25 +0000
As far as an RBL ritual goes, making your dream colors come true is our jam. At long last, here are the five winners from the #iWant2reviewRBL bloggers’ contest. I had the honor of taking the colors these bloggers dreamed up and creating 5 ultimate nail polish colors. This was the culmination of a whole year of tweaking and adjusting until we got it just right. Yes, it took a long time, but we have zero regrets. These are seriously beautiful colors.
I told you that this would be the year of 3.0!
Morning Light:  “Periwinkle/Forget-me-not blue was one of my dad’s favorite colors. He used that tone a lot in his paintings before he passed away. I love it paired with a soft, golden shimmer or micro glitter. This painting, called Morning Light, inspired the polish. A light, cool blue, with a bit of pale gold light coming through.” Yukie from warmvanillasugar0823
Yukie’s father’s painting moved me deeply. I actually heard a voice inside my head saying, “Ji Baek, don’t mess this up.” Yes, that added some extra pressure, but it led us to the glorious Morning Light. This polish is a cream-jelly hybrid, a grayed-out blue periwinkle with the most delicate stardust spray of gold shimmer. Imagine waking at the first golden light of morning to see the exquisitely thin petals of Forget-me-nots gingerly showered in early morning dew.
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Refined and Polished: “My dream polish would be coral (more peach or orange-leaning, but not red) with turquoise and gold glass flecks or shimmer. This is a timeless combo that works so well for clothing, accessories, and makeup.” Lakeisha
When I first saw Lakeisha’s board, I felt a bit ill. I wanted to hide and go grab a drink in the middle of the afternoon. How do I make this color happen without an epic fail? How do I isolate this turquoise from a cream base coral without it bleeding and turning into a dark, muddy mess? After a mad amount of tries, I did it! I took a crème-jelly hybrid with a very stubborn pigmentation weight-adjusting period and added sparkling three-dimensional glitter-like particles. We’re a tad obsessed with it. You may find it’s a bit weird in the bottle, but trust me, the coral and turquoise are in perfect harmony.
 Screen Shot 2015-05-25 at 11.58.45 AM “Idea7) Microshimmer in cream base, formula like –“Jack.” Valesha
Valesha gave me very specific color directions and yes, you read this right, she sent me numerous submissions because some of them were technically impossible. Nevertheless, I’m just thrilled that we went in this direction, a new one for the RBL family; we have nothing like this color AT ALL. If you took a combination of raspberries, strawberries and blackberries, mushed and mixed them together and topped this mixture with gold, pink, blue and orange shimmering powders, what you would get is this elegant color. It’s not too dark, not too light, but an elusive medium tone that speaks to everyone. With a streak-less satin finish that’s a dream to apply, this one is definitely a new RBL classic.
 Victoria Vertel-Blogger 3.0 Pinterest Board
Manicurator: All the Turks & Caicos photos are my own! I included the RBL shimmers I adore. I’d like it to be a light, dusty aqua base with a mix of your famous fantastic shimmer :D” Victoria
Who can argue with the color of lovely, tantalizing island water all-year round? A wee bit darker then our beloved Bikini Bottom, this color has a hint of a green overtone in this fantastical crème-jelly hybrid formula. And of course, like the waters by Turks & Caicos which brilliantly shimmer in the sultry sunlight, this polish is jammed-packed with micro-blue, purple, and green shimmers that will mesmerize.
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Makeupwithdrawal: “My perfect shade would be almost if Piu Mosso and IKB 2012 had a child. Not quite as inky as Piu Mosso or as creme-like in its finish, but with some of IKB’s vibrant jelly-like properties (but more purple). I picture it containing large gold particles instead of Piu Mosso’s fine, coppery shimmer. In fact, perhaps even bigger than the gold flakes in Naked Without Polish, but sparse enough to not overwhelm the base color. I am imaging a color that is regal, guilty of hubris (that is, if a color could even be accused of such a thing), something simply exquisite like a lapis lazuli gold filigree necklace.” Mimi
Ok, so the gold flakes looked way too much and it was clumping, and the base color was so perfect that we didn’t want the gold flakes to bleed and make it into a light blue with golden shimmers. Like the description, it’s Piu Mosso and IKB:2012’s baby, but we added a somethin- somethin special: magical copper and fuchsia micro shimmer. This color comes alive! It’s the perfect inky medium-blue jelly hybrid.
The 48 hr Pre-Order Starts this upcoming Monday 6/22/2015 (my 19th wedding anniversary *blushes*) and ends on 6/24/2015 don’t miss these sunshines….xxxJi

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Je t’aime! Je t’aime! Mon, 23 Mar 2015 15:40:54 +0000 I first came to Paris in 1999 as a 29 year old. I was in awe of this city of lights. Shadows of lovers crossed the bridges above the Seine, cooing whispers to each other while embracing tenderly. The city’s residents seemed to be surrounded by a soft, amber light. It took me back in time, to that period of dreamy make-believe that is Paris—the magical city.

I remember one rainy afternoon while my husband and I were walking on silvery, wet cobblestone streets, surrounded by the handsome Haussmann buildings, their uniform heights perfectly lined up. Several fashion-model types could be seen lounging on their Juliette balconies. We could see them gesturing their hands and smoking their cigarettes. “Are we a part of a movie set?” we asked. Sadly, it was a long time before I returned to Paris.

Ah—Pareeee, when I returned 13 years later, I was just as giddy and mesmerized with its cinematic views and— the colors! The light gloriously bounces back from silver tin roofs. They reflect the sun and sky, be they powdery blues or moody grays with a dash of periwinkle.

My husband tells me if you speak fluent English, you’re a king in Paris. Everyone wants to talk to you. And if you happen to be from highly coveted New York City? It seems that every Parisian’s fantasy is to become a New Yorker. You’re practically awarded triple crowns if you’re an actual native New Yorker, everyone wants to pet you a little, perhaps, even cross the French social border line and adopt you into their circle—Quoi??????!!!!!! This never happened in the past—pfft! This is the incredible beauty of globalization and the Internet, or could it be that wildly popular “Friends” television show? Dubbed, naturally, they all just want to hang out at “Central Perk” —c’est bon, n’est-ce pas?


As soon as I arrived in Paris, without even unpacking one suitcase, my husband took me to a farmer’s market. Yes, we’re truly food-obsessed beings and we wanted to experience things like the locals, especially cooking with their fabled produce. Ah, the language barrier reality crashed hard when we realized not everyone spoke English at the market—there was loads of miming and pointing going on.

We quickly learned the rules. You don’t touch the fruits and vegetables that are gingerly displayed. Instead, you have to ask for assistance and the stand owner will pick for you. They place the goods in a bag as if it’s their own children they are sending off.

The egg yolks are the color of marigold, and the butter—OMG, the butter—is unparalleled. I can live on crusty baguettes and French butter. You can smell the ocean walking by the fish stalls. Each stand has their own specialty and fans line up weekly. We applied our principle—follow the long lines.

It is such a cliché how the French take pride in their produce, they have love, respect, and compassion for that perfect cut of cote du boeuf. They select and trim off the fat, inspect every single egg to make sure there are no cracks, they wrap herbs like they were a bouquet of flowers and always give you the fragile things last to place near the top of your cart. Yes—the food cart, it’s essential, the wicker basket bicycle fantasy? Poof—gone—SO not practical. We also learned that although the stalls are friendly to each other, they are also competitors. Be aware you don’t get busted cheating on them like we did—it took us a while to avoid their stern stares and cold shoulders. The French do take these affairs seriously! They’re also not ALL grumpy old farmers. There are loads of young, winsome men with relaxed smiles and affectionate greetings.

Parisians often declare, “We don’t leave our neighborhood, we stay within only a four-block radius.” Their loyalty to local businesses ensures that this city is studded with artisanal shops.

The Paris open market resembles a raucous fair. Families and foodie tourists munch on samples of cheese from the fromagerie or delicious crêpes prepared by a handsome Frenchman. Parisians navigate the market with warm baked pitas smeared with hummus and tabbouleh on cold, wet, wintry mornings. The air is thick with mountains of flowers, freshly baked crusty breads, classic French cheeses, and the faint sea air of a poissonerie.

December in Paris is all about truffles. They are everywhere— in soft Brie cheese, in mortadella (the craziest, most delicious thing on earth), and in the fresh eggs, which are kept enclosed in glass cake stands along with the sweets. It’s also oyster season, which is celebrated accompanying crabs, shrimp, fresh sea urchins (I will never have frozen ones again) and lobsters. They also enjoy chestnuts and fresh lychees at the end of the year. January and February are all about root vegetables, bunches of carrots that are covered in the dirt and sand that had been pulled just that morning. Roast them for a true dirt candy—so sweet. March and April is for celebrating tiny, purple artichokes, fresh greens, flowers, and chives. And the berries! Strawberries and raspberries that are so juicy and sweet that they taste almost like their bubble gum flavors. May and June is a special time in Paris, especially after the cold and constant rain (I now have a new understanding for dark, dramatically romantic French literature—yes, it is still beautiful here before spring, but the overshadowing grayness along with its brooding clouds, not to mention the Parisian heating system—let’s just say it can be a cold place).

The French purchase Lilies of The Valley (my favorite) on the first of May. In fact, there are so many holidays in May that there is a saying: “In May? You do as you wish!” And since May is the peak season for vegetables, you don’t even need to cook, just grab a few tomatoes and eat them the way you would an apple, with its sweet juices running down your chin. You’ll also want to tear off some tarragon and pair it with French ham, sliced so paper-thin it’s almost transparent. The nature’s bounty doesn’t stop until November, when you start reaching for imported produce.

Market visits can serve as French lessons. Even with just a few words under your belt, you will still have a chance to converse in French. In fact, it is the place my husband and I feel the most like local residents, perhaps even 1% Parisian? Recently, our jam vendor actually said, “Hey, you speak French now!” It was just a “Ça va?” exchange, but nevertheless. He’s always happy to see us as we are to see him, especially in August after he’s spent a few months in Provence foraging for fruits and berries to make his jams. He lovingly labels every single tiny jar. Our butcher will wink and casually sneak a few slices of bacon into my parcel because he knows what I love.

The market is the best place to observe Parisians, you’ll see a mélange of people in every social caste: a young mother walking with her child, madams in their minks, elderly gentlemen clutching their wives’ market lists with gigantic bouquets of flowers tucked away in their carts. There are sympa (nice or cool) bo-bos (bohemian, bourgeois hipsters) who line up in front of Vietnamese food stalls. Parisian women use their beat-up Hermés Birkin bags as their produce sacks. Their bags are so filthy and well-worn, it’s way too sampa. The women are the mainstay at the market, carefully knitting together their menus for massive Sunday family lunches. For me, it’s a beautiful way of life.

I feel I can say this because I’ve lived in New York for 30 years, but Parisians are way friendlier than New Yorkers. In New York, we live in our own bubble. Everywhere you go in Paris, people acknowledge each other with a small nod. Even passing strangers will say “Bon Jour” or “Bonsoir.” It’s puzzling to me why Parisians are described as rude, cold and lazy. I found none of this to be true. Like any place, people have personality differences.

I’ve been crushing on Parisian women, with their nonchalantly tousled hair. They pedal their bicycles in perfectly fitted jeans wearing don’t-mess-with-me boots. Their wicker baskets overflow with fresh produce along with, of course, a few baguettes poking out, ever so proudly, towards the powdery blue sky—that allure of such easy sexiness…Je t’aime!

For the icy French women, I found that they are generous when it comes to compliments. They will say things like, “I LOVE your shoes.” Shocker of all shockers, someone actually shouted, “Trés chic!” I’ve never experienced this in New York City unless you consider catcalls on the streets. And French women do get fat, it’s like anywhere in the world, there are all shapes and sizes here. What’s true about French men, however, they do appreciate women full-heartedly, but with respect. They take off their hats when you walk by, wearing a mischievous smile sprinkled with winks and a look of appreciation. I’d just landed from New York, it was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, my husband and I were sitting outside a café, when an elderly gentleman directly said to my husband, “Elle est trés sublime.” I had just gotten off a 6-hour overnight flight. He left me blushing like a silly schoolgirl.


On the topic of French chic, this is my theory. Parisians may not always wear dizzying logos and recognizable designer prints (perhaps in a few arrondissements), but there are rules that make them chic as a nation. They do not wear sneakers in public, unless you’re a teenager, injured or if it’s a pair of ultra-trendy Converse or Vans. Lululemon yoga pants are not considered street wear—you only wear workout clothes when you’re actually in a gym. Women are always in full makeup with their hair groomed neatly. Tracksuits and sneakers are for tourists. Frenchmen also dress well. One thing they all adore —men, women, and children—their scarves! It’s very common to see men with bright colorful scarves. Even babies have their tiny striped scarves perfectly draped.


At first, we were bewildered that most restaurants closed on Sundays and Mondays. Sundays are reserved for families and a day of rest. We still feel like we won the lottery if we find a new, good restaurant that is open on Sundays. During the workweek, the restaurants are closed at 2:30PM for lunch and reopens for dinner at around 7PM. The shops are typically closed for lunch between 12:30-2:00PM. And all the department stores are closed on Sundays. I respect their boundaries and quality of life. The French cherish what they cherish and somehow it most always revolves around culture, love, food and wine.


Introducing: Je t’aime, Je’ t’aime!


A collection shaped by my love of Parisian farmer’s markets.



Possibly the most important French word to ask when you shop—it means: “How Much?!” Elegant and neutral, this beige gold with a slight rose cast is not too shy to ask how much. This color is jammed-packed with sugary shimmer, but dries down to a matte for a tasteful bling-ness. Add a swipe of topcoat to amp up the bling factor. Ani 2.0 anyone? (*coming soon pre-order mid-April*)



BONNE JOURNEE: Have a good day is how we should all take leave of anyone—this is a happy rose pink with blue undertones and a hint of copper. The shimmery satin finish will put a smile on your face and spread happiness because it works with all sorts of skin colors. This formula just glides on. Pink has never been this good.


AH, OUI: “Ah, yes?!” Just keep saying this if you don’t understand a thing anyone is saying—I’ve fooled so many peeps saying this while exhaling, “Pfttt!” This color epitomizes Parisian chic. It’s not blue, not purple, not gray; just picture a perfect, cloudless Parisian powdery periwinkle sky. This polish is a glasslike periwinkle cream-jelly (I’ve only a few to go to complete my rainbow of crème jellies), transparent in one coat with an exceptionally smooth application; you can even add another coat on the tips of your nails for an easy gradient effect.


TROIS OIGNONS ROUGES: This was the first French phrase I strung together. Like the inside of red onions, this color is a cross between magenta and a toned-down fuchsia that dries to a chic matte. This application is so easy that you might want to try all of our other crème jellies. For ultra shine, use our legendary topcoat. (*coming soon pre-order mid-April*)


C’EST TOUT: This color is a rivalry between gunmetal and green, for sometimes it appears to be a dark gray with blue undertones and in another moment, you will see a green with micro shimmers of pink, blue, and gold. If you are ever asked, “Avec Ça?” You should answer with a resounding, “That’s all!”


PARDONNE MOI: This phrase somehow sounds more chic than “excuse me” when you’re bumping into people in the market. This color is a satin finish of an exceptional indigo, blue overcast with iris purple. Flashes of a beautifully generous shimmer gleams with stunning sparkles.



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Books I’ve Read and Loved….. Sun, 22 Mar 2015 18:36:35 +0000 Screen Shot 2015-03-22 at 2.18.11 PM

Ummm…… sequel a must!



Screen Shot 2015-03-22 at 2.19.07 PMThe early years in Russia was really hard to get into, but as he always grabs you with his writing, you fall into the rabbit hole–until you come out and realize there is an actual hole about how he met his wife. Privacy–I get it but it is a memoir non?!


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R29 + Rescue Beauty Lounge= Mon, 10 Nov 2014 08:00:10 +0000 unnamed1

Introducing our first ever collaboration outside of the ReBeL community bubble. We paired up with the ever-clever, witty folks behind my daily obsession –Refinery29. I like to think I’ve earned a doctorate on making people’s dream colors come true. My dissertation was the past two The Bloggers’ collections  as well as The Fan Collection . I even had a slightly mean-girlish thought: For real, I mean, what do you non-lacquer heads know (except maybe the beauty department) about nail polish? I thought I was going to sail away with this collaboration. But of course, I should’ve known, that dark shadow “karma” took a huge bite out of my *ss because I jinxed myself with my smugness and judgments. The moment our union commenced, the seven Refinery29 teams submitted their dream color inspirational boards. My head spun! I’ve never mixed so many colors IN MY LIFE!


R29 News Team: Bubblegum Punk

“The news team is multifaceted in every sense of the word. One minute we’re covering the latest celebrity divorce, the next minute we’re dropping everything to report on the government shutdown. We wanted nail polish that would embody our have-no-fear, on-the-go lifestyle and the many layers and the personalities that make up our channel. And most importantly, we need to feel that special spark that lies under the surface news story. Our team truly values its spunk and pizzazz, and for that we loved the idea of color with glitz and glamour. Our nails need to feel right at home at the Lady Gaga concert AND in line for the latest iPhone.” – R29 News Team

They had me at the iridescent-rainbow-hued cellophane on their inspiration board and a photo of Natalie Portman wearing the pink wig from the movie “Closer.” This color appears innocent from afar, but as you get closer, nothing is ever what it seems—mirroring the changes that may occur chasing down a breaking news story. The first coat goes on sheer, with an innocent silver white shimmer base that glints with a sparkling of blues, pinks, greens and a dash of gold. Although fitting for any mayor’s press conference, you can add some punk attitude by layering it with a different base color. Apply two to three coats? I see the colorcast changing like a prism. This is when that cellophane effect magically appears, covering this color in a fairy-like sheen.


R29 Shopping Team: Better Than Boyfriend Jeans

“Mixing up entertainment, inspiration, and exceptional product—we believe in telling stories through style, exploring and discovering awesome brands, and finding, again and again, that ever-elusive—yet essential!—balance between high and low, work and weekends, cool kids and couture. An effortless ode to everyone’s favorite clothing item: the jean. “Boyfriend Blue” is a color that feels fresh, relaxed, and energetic all at once. No one’s closet is complete without a pair, or two, or ten—and they’re the go-to accomplices for a solid day of shopping. The blue we chose was prominent on the spring ’14 runways as well as in our office and on the streets.” —R29 Shopping

I had to agree; there is nothing more comforting than your favorite faded jeans. That soft, over-washed fabric reminds you of carefree, relaxed, and lazy Sunday afternoons. This cream jelly applies smoothly, a perfect open marriage of a faded blue that turns a tad gray at the end. If Concrete Jungle  and Bikini Bottom had a baby—this would be IT. So easy, so everyday, and boyfriend who?


R29 Health and Wellness: Sunny Skies

“R29 wellness helps women to live their best, most energetic and healthful lives. We chose a vibrant seafoam green because we felt it evokes health, excitement, and serenity.” R29 Health and Wellness

A perfect balance of blue (often associated with depth and stability), green (it symbolizes growth, harmony, freshness, and fertility) and a dash of yellow (The color of sunshine. It’s associated with joy, happiness, intellect, and energy). Remember finding sea glass this color on a beach, holding the translucent object up to the sunlight as the sky peeks through? Here comes this super-shiny opaque, a highly pigmented one-coater with its sorcery-like application. Vivid and vibrant, this seafoam green is witty, yet unexpectedly neutral—it reflects that tranquil feeling after a major workout as you sit, soaking in your well-earned sweat.


R29 Fashion: All About Yves

“Out of all the departments, R29 fashion might be the most trend-based of them all. Pantone’s Dazzling Blue is a goodie—super flattering on women of all skin tones, it’s also a vibrant, in-your-face hue that really makes a statement. Not girly, but not tomboyish either, it’s got that magical “It” quality that’ll look good on a purse, on a coat, and on your fingertips.” —R29 Fashion

In the fashion milieu, people rarely wear polish on their nails. I was dreading that this team might want something like a clear-buff-no-polish nail polish. To my surprise, they wanted the exact same color as that elusive Céline oversized coat that got way from me (still obsessing over it). This is a slightly darker kissing cousin to our wildly popular (and sold out) IKB: 2012 (hyperlink), a cream jelly, pigments on steroids. The team was right; this color is universally flattering, a bold neutral. All About Yves is definitely a statement nail polish color.



R29 Beauty: Pretty Gritty

“Beauty to us has never been a one-size-fits-all premise. Different things appeal to different women—some love a good smoky eye, while others prefer to go for a lip, and still others just want to show off dewy skin. The great thing about beauty is there is no right or wrong. Or, at least, that’s why we love it so much. We’re big fans of the duality in beauty—why be just a red lipstick when you can be a red lipstick with a blood-red foiled sheen? Right now we’re drawn to moody shades of purple (sorry radiant orchid, but we like our purple a bit more roughed up) warmed up with golden, bronzy undertones.” —R29 Beauty

The request was “various shades of purple roughed up.” As a frequent color pigment tormentor, I’ve roughed up my fair share of colors, and this one gave me a fight right back. The result is a dusty, mauve-esque medium purple with various sizes of gold shimmers. This color has a composed glow and radiance that’s very flattering, making it work and life appropriate. Pretty Gritty complements every skin tone with an edgy twist.



R29 Technology: Elvis In The Cloud

“Refinery29 technology team is very interested in the idea of iridescence / thin film interference (a physical phenomenon that yields a polychromatic effect). We are excited by both the theory and the aesthetics of the work we do. Thin film interference comes to exemplify this duality of mindset that we exhibit; we see beauty in machines, mathematics and engineering. Additionally, copper surfaced as a significant base color for our team, due to its theoretical consistency with our technical backgrounds and mindsets: its historical significance as an electrical conductor. Within this inspiration board, the many colors of the thin film interference highlight the multifaceted nature of the work we do and the backgrounds we need to have as technologists and engineers; we can at once be a solid color, copper, but also exhibit multitudes of additional hues. —Sincerely, R29 Tech”

To my astonishment, the colors I came up with were rejected many times by this team. This copper required the most rounds of color mixing in the history of RBL (and we’re talking depuis 2000). There were batches and batches of colors made, I dreamt of copper, I saw copper everywhere, and I even stripped a wire to study the copper inside. I pictured Elvis wearing copper aviators furiously pinging back and forth from Earth to the clouds. When the team approved this color on my birthday—it was the best gift ever (yeah, I even shed a perfect single tear). It was all worth it because this is the PERFECT copper, not too yellow, not too gold, not too pink, and not too red—simply meticulous, like their coding!


R29: Galaxy Glue

“At any given moment, the way you’re seeing metallic or opalescent is changing. Depending on the angle you’re looking at it, the way the light is hitting it, what the reflective surface it is picking up, you never experience the colors the same way twice”. R29 Creative

I promise, it’s nothing like actual glue, but you can see the galaxy in here. There is a depth of sage and blue and you can catch the micas that shimmer and twirl in the light. In bright light, you can see the turquoise-bright apex, which becomes darker with a brown tinge as you move your hands. This mesmerizing galaxy of colors will no doubt keep everyone’s eyes glued to your fingertips!

And at the end of this long journey how can I not flourish a deep crush for “Tech Team” –Swatching!!!xxxJi



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Don’t Walk! RUN AND HUSTLE NOW!!!!! Fri, 17 Oct 2014 20:29:48 +0000 Screen Shot 2014-10-17 at 4.18.02 PM




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Yeah–this is that kind of good….. Mon, 29 Sep 2014 23:41:05 +0000 Screen Shot 2014-09-29 at 7.37.01 PM

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“The Fan Collection 3.0”— Ready To Meet The 14 Finalists? Ta Da! *Jazz Hands* Fri, 12 Sep 2014 15:59:26 +0000 How do we select 14 finalists out of the thousands and thousands of entries we receive? On the surface, it seems like there’s an abundance of similar inspirations, colors and even names, but we look for the nuances of words, phrases and photos in each angle of a submission. This project is such a daunting task, it almost feels like a courtroom drama in the studio. We each represent our favorites and we argue to defend every one of the glorious and thoughtful entries with love, respect and admiration. Then, the jaw-clenching, heated palm-desk smacking cacophonous first round of elimination begins. We repeat this process, which involves some unmelodious, ear-splittingly loud discussions, until we reach the final 50 submissions. By the time this happens, we’ve cooled down and we wear expressionless faces—it’s all about the colors and the mood boards that we’ve spend months working on. That vision of dreamy pigments, shimmer and sparkles and whatever had been incubating in minds and hearts.
Thank you all for the incredible submissions, congratulations to all the finalists, cheers to love, peace and nail polishes for those who did not make it (*tear drops and lots of hugs*). Remember—there is always another chance next time, so please don’t be too disappointed if yours wasn’t chosen.
Now, due to the delay (because it was that tough this time), we will begin the 48-hour voting event on Monday 9/15th and it will end Wednesday 9/17th noon EST. Each ip address is eligible for one vote, so cue up your campaign scheme, finalists, because only the top six winning colors will be produced. Good luck and thank you all!!!


Finalist#1 : Madeline Handschy

My nail polish is inspired by a peacock’s plumage.  For me, nail polish has always been a small way to really strut my stuff, a way to scream,  “Notice me, I’m awesome!”  Also, I would love to see a gold polish from Rescue Beauty Lounge!  I envision a warm, gold, glittering base; similar to the silver base of An Accidental Interloper.  This base will be shot through with bold teal, blue, and green shimmer.


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Finalist #2: Shelly Ackerman

I’m dreaming of a shade that (as of yet?) has been missing from the RBL spectrum. It’s rich and decadent and just dripping with luxury. A vivid magenta! A semi-translucent jelly, but one that is so drenched in color that it can become fully opaque in just a few coats. It’s depth is filled with shimmer, a shimmer like (the first) Scrangie so deep you feel as though you could dive right in and swim around for hours. A magenta that almost glows from within with stunning teal and gold, sparkling, shining through it’s layers… Her name is still a mystery to me but I know that she is sassy, chic, glamorous and fierce. She can let her hair down in jeans and a tee or fit right in at a black tie affair. She is truly a mesmerizing sight to behold. Can you see it? Can you almost feel it on your fingertips as I can? 
RBL fan 3.0 Inspriation Collage by Sassy Shelly


Finalist #3: Lygie Hinkle

Working name: Tarocco

The color I crave is a juicy jelly a la Starfish Patrick with bright burgundy base. It is luminous like Poco a Poco, illuminated by the soft, peached pink glow and subtle flashes of orange. The color is vibrant, bold, and spirited. At once bright and sparkling and mysterious and dark.

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Finalist #4: Allison Huntley

Wood & Steel: The modern neutral for the modern woman, with a tough and glam edge. A warm nude with silver microshimmer — almost a duochrome, but not quite. Hard to pin down: elusive, chic, out of your reach. A flattering neutral with a chameleon’s touch: is it beige? is it titanium? It’s all of the above, and it is perfect for every occasion. The new classic.


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Finalist #5: Danielle Connell

Two things that excite (and somewhat terrify) me are outer space and the sea.
My inspiration for a new shade are those two extremes, as well as my favorite colors — multi-faceted shades of purple, blue, magenta– think fish scales. I love glitter in my polishes or sometimes a well done shimmer makes an even bigger impact — think stars.


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Finalist#6 Sarah BeauTime

The idea is to have an off-white base (nothing too strong) with gold particles in it, similar to Naked without polish (which had a pink base). I love naked without polish and I believe this can be a unique addition to your line. The particles should show through so probably base will not be 100% opaque.
I love white & gold, I think it can be worn all year around, it is classy and chic.


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Finalist #7: Trish Williams

The world and its problems will suck the life out of you…if you let it :)
Back in the day when I was an avid X-Files fan, the episode featuring the Fiji Mermaid intrigued me.  I’d never hear of one but surely she must be beautiful, right? Suffice it to say by the end of the episode the Fiji Mermaid wasn’t a mermaid and sure as heck didn’t come from Fiji. What the episode did do is make me want to find out more about the Fiji islands and once I found out what they were, from then on just seeing the gorgeous water shots of aqua to turquoise blue melt into the cobalt blue of the Pacific ocean would always make a calm come over me that would never fail to make my problems seem insignificant.  And every time I swim in a pool I think of the Fiji islands and remember how much I loved to play mermaid as a child.
I loved how the pool water would just envelop me as I would sink to the bottom.  In my mind it is as if a bottle of RBL 360 opened up and all of the stress, problems and possible solutions would explode in shimmering colors of earthy brown, cobalt blue, sunset purple and aqua green, swirling and combining above me in the currents of the water.  At the bottom of the pool is comfort, calm and clarity where I can hear nothing but the beat of my heart as my mind reboots itself.  The smooth brilliant calm of my time at the bottom of the pool streams up like the glow of RBL Moxie, combines with the sparkle of my mind’s confusion to arise from the water in smooth wake waves of positivity and promise.
The Fiji Mermaid in my mind is the idea of how the craziness of life can be calmed when one returns to that place of our youth that makes us happy, dares us to dream of idyllic places of wonder, and puts that smile in our soul that can help but come across our faces and bless those we come in contact with wherever we are in the world.  While the craziness in the world will make us look like the Fiji Mermaid of P.T. Barnum cum X-Files fame, this color will make you glow with the aura of a mermaid from the amazing islands of the pacific.

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Finalist #8: Angela Beltakis

My Inspiration for RBL Fan Collection 3.0? My Motherland, my country, my island home…my Australia. Rich in natural wonder, indigenous culture and diverse landscapes, many associate Australia with vast blue sky, turquoise oceans and lush green rainforests…and for good reason. But there is another side to the palette of this magical island continent. The black volcanic rock that shaped so many landscapes, holding the memories of the fiery lava that created it within. The black of its desert sky. The glowing orange of its sunsets. The red ochre of its outback soil. The black of its native bush forests after they have been ravaged by scorching bushfire. And the mystical hues of Uluru, or “The Rock” as it is nicknamed, which literally takes centre stage in the middle of this huge land. Uluru magically responds to its environment by changing from orange in the light of day, black when it rains, to glowing red at sunset.


One of the most famous poems written about Australia is called “I Love A Sunburnt Country” by Dorothea Mackellar. One of its verses proclaims:


I love a sunburnt country,

A land of sweeping plains,

Of ragged mountain ranges,

Of droughts and flooding rains.


I love her far horizons,

I love her jewel-sea,

Her beauty and her terror –

The wide brown land for me!


The poem concludes with the author proclaiming “Though earth holds many splendours” Australia is the only country for her. This work resonates deeply with those of us who hold our land dear.


I envisage “Many Splendours” as been a night-sky black polish that, like Uluru, responds to its environment revealing fiery flashes of red orange from within. “Many Splendours” could be thought of as a darker sister to my beloved bottle of Piu Mosso, however like the island that inspired her, she will be truly one of a kind.


Finalist #9: Mara McClelland

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Finalist #10: Ashley Lindroth

This dream color would be an icy pastel blue/green with magical iridescent sparkles. It would be light and bright, never described as muted or dusty. More blue than Aqua Lily, and much lighter than Faraway.  Closer to the color of Bikini Bottom, but striking and opaque. I imagine the sparkle effect to be along the lines of Scrangie, and NailsandNoms. Tiny yet highly effective.

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Finalist #11: SA Hutchinson

When the announcement came for a Fan Collection 2.0 I realized that RBL already created my dream color-IKB 2012. It was everything I wanted in a polish. So when the announcement went out earlier this year for the Fan Collection 3.0 I at first didn’t think twice about it. I already had my favorite polish of all time, and RBL already have a beautiful collection of blues (my favorite color) most of which I own. What else could I want? And then I realized that what I wanted was IKB 2012 again. Except I remember how much trouble Ji said she had creating the color (if I remember correctly, something to do with the specific blue pigments). I didn’t want her to go through that again. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that RBL didn’t have a creme orange, at least not in the color I desired. Ultimately, my color would be IKB 2012’s orange sister, although hopefully much easier to mix and apply. It was be jellyish in consistency but still enough to cover all visible nail lines with two coats. It would be bright yet highly pigmented. It would be the orange version of IKB 2012, hopefully easier to create with orange pigments. Ultimately I’d just want a beautiful orange polish that added to the RBL line. There aren’t too many oranges and what is there have shimmer or glitter. (For the record I’m not opposed to shimmer in the polish, not at all.) I’m falling in love with cremes again and I think this would be beautiful to add to the RBL line and it’d be my dream color.

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Finalist #12: Christy Snyder

The familiar smell of hay and oats. The familiar sounds of hooves and knickers as greetings. My inspiration comes from “a day with horses”. A day with horses is my peace, my meditation. No matter what type of day I have had, I can go out to horses and feel calm, relaxed and at peace. Whether it’s just standing at a field and watching, grooming horses, or riding, it’s rewarding for the soul. I would love to have a polish color that I could look at and be reminded of these wonderful days when I can’t be out there. My color would be a deep almost black coffee brown cream polish with a coppery brown shimmer to represent the way their coats gleam in the sun and those deep soulful eyes, and sky blue flecks to represent those perfect sky blue days.  


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Finalist #13: Valerie Hardt

“A cotton candy lilac with flashes of those lovely cotton candy pinks and blues! The perfect summer color making you think of ferris wheels and floating on clouds. With a hint of shimmer or sparkle for those lazy days at the beach with the salt spray misting your face. Pastel but bright, not muted.” 

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Finalist #14: Nancy Riley

Ethereal…my dream RBL polish!


I am thinking of a beautiful, delicate color I have never seen anywhere before. It incorporates qualities of two of my favorite RBL polishes of all time, yet it is unique. The base of my dream color is a translucent porcelain white, like the finish of Bella. It is interlaced with shimmers of the most exquisite blush pink and a dusting of gold. The feeling of the shimmer would be like that of Aqua Lily, where the hints of color just peek through, giving the overall color a “lit from within” quality.
My polish is called “Ethereal.”  It is reflected in a fleeting sunrise, the lining of a seashell, the bubbles of pink champagne in a gold rimmed flute, the shimmering silk of a sari, the glow of a candle through a gossamer white curtain. Ethereal is elegant and infinitely wearable, but has the merest hint of flash. It’s a versatile polish that can be worn by anyone, for any occasion.



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Italian Summer Wed, 06 Aug 2014 15:44:09 +0000 ***(Please listen to the music while reading this blog post,  you may dance a bit….)******

The whiff of cool ocean breezes tickling your hair and the gleaming sun kissing and embracing your skin as you deeply breathe in the fragrances of flowers in full bloom, this, to me, had always symbolized summer.

My husband and I, we’re earnest creatures of habit, but last summer we decided to abandon the norm (St Barth’s) and head to Venice and Sorrento, Italy. Venice is beautiful, however, it is THE tourists’ destination. Although my husband and I are usually failures when it comes to crowds, monuments and activities, we dove right in. We got lost in narrow twisted streets surrounded by beautiful ancient buildings, we listened to the flapping of laundry hanging from the windows above, they waved cheerfully like flags of pride and welcome. I’ve broken out in toothy smiles, despite my seasickness, while watching the gondoliers in their red and white striped shirts. They appear in their hats and guitars serenading everyone, making amours—I could not believe that they still existed outside of those old Tom & Jerry cartoons (YUP, I’m that old—do kids today still watch that show?). It is so hard to describe the water—in certain lights it appears to be a sea green, and then it can change to look more like green tea. We walked endlessly, navigating the crowds, taking selfies and drinking gallons of effervescent Prosecco. Afterwards, it was time for our annual vitamin D intake by the sea and to bake ourselves dark—Sorrento here we come!

When we arrived at Naples, three gel-slicked-haired Italian boys were huddled by their scooters smoking cigarettes. They were dressed to kill, dark sunglasses and all while drinking Fanta (Fanta?). On our way to the hotel, the traffic was bumper to bumper due to all the locals driving to the Amalfi Coast. We finally arrived at the hotel, which sat atop a cliff. As we looked at our majestic view, the combination of rosemary and blooming Jasmine intoxicated my senses. Italy just smells different in an “I want to bottle this” kind of way. I love their honest, no-frills delicious food and the warm people who are quick to laugh loudly. What impressed me the most is that Italians love their bodies no matter what shape and size, they don’t wear cover ups, and even 70-year-old men walked around in tiny Speedos, strutting around with their arms around their women. Italians are perfectly seasoned life enjoyers. Below our hotel by the ocean, we dined at restaurants sitting on intimate tight chairs on small decks. We baked ourselves in the sun and read our books under umbrellas. We ate and drank with gusto, and the next thing you know, just as in every vacation, the time flew. We had to say our goodbyes to all the people who had been feeding and caring for us, but when I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking about that Italian summer. Here are some of the colors which captivated me.



 Gelato Al Cioccolato: I promise I will stop my obsession with anything that has to do with a taupe-brown goodness, but what can I say? When I tried the gelato from Venice (and it had been about a decade since my last Chocolate Gelato—I know, not a huge chocolate fan, and yes, I’m human) I was mesmerized by its taste and color. When I was mixing this color, there were definitely times it looked good enough to eat.

Bicicletta: In Sorrento, while strolling by the sea, I saw a precious, dark-haired little girl in a bikini riding a bike with training wheels. The bike was pale pink and it sparkled and twinkled in the sun, the matching streamers flying along with the girl’s confident peddling. I was reminded of my own six-year-old self; this was the exact color I had longed for instead of my own lime-green bike! This pale pink polish has micro glitters that will make you think of sugar and summertime.

Gondoliere: Yes, I do adore those red and white stripe-shirted gondoliers floating around the canals in Venice. Gondoliere is the most vibrant orange-based opaque glossy red nail polish I’ve ever mixed. It’s so sexy, yet classic at the same time. This has more of an orange base than Bangin , trust me, I tripped over myself endlessly comparing the two. This color is hot, like dreamy, steamy summer nights.

Oliveto: Did you know that Italian men climb ladders to carefully handpick olives for extra virgin olive oil? And that the olives that have the misfortune to be dropped on the floor are destined to become just plain olive oil? The smell of olive groves was something I want to smuggle back home. A wonderful multifaceted fading sun drenches those dancing, rustling olive trees. Oliveto is the perfect olive green that reflects the flash of rainbow and purple and periwinkle shimmers. It is a shimmery, yet less yellow version of No More War.

Motorini: If I ever learn how to drive a scooter, this would be the custom color I would mix for mine. A moodier, darker sister of our famed and playful Aqua Lily , this medium base of blue/aqua has a flash of surging fuchsia shimmer.

Meow Meow: During our nightly strolls you could smell the day’s catch on the shores, and out of every corner, bright green eyes flash at you from the cats protecting their food bank. This dark hunter green shows off a finely milled glitter. It’s almost like Burn The Evidence (hyperlink) but with a black glitter that casts shadows, the way a dark cat’s fur might look in the moonlight.

Melanzane: I love eggplants. In the markets, in pastas, roasted, and I can stare at them all day just looking at their lush colors. I always see the various tones of purples, vivid green stems, and sometimes there is almost a hint of a bluish tint on their skins. This glitter polish is just like that, you’re going to stare at your nails all day long— wait — make that all week.

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Anatomy Of A #Kdrama Wed, 18 Jun 2014 15:41:23 +0000 About a year and a half ago, my husband and I were running errands in New York’s Korean Town. A whiff of Korean BBQ tickled our noses and we simultaneously put the breaks on our steps. We were in front of Miss Korea. A rambunctious crowd was lining up outside.

One of our restaurant rules is: if there is a line coiling from an establishment, we must join the passionate food-ship and never become meek spectators. It had been ages since we had devoured that BBQ cozily wrapped in crisp lettuce with spicy peppers, slivers of garlic and miso paste. We waited about 30 minutes, salivating and trying to ignore the beasty growling of our tummies. We could see that inside, the restaurant was full of BBQ smoke and happy faces eating and drinking.

Since I am Korean-American, I captained the order. The server repeatedly asked, “Excuse me?” and alarm bells went off in my head. To my horror, my Korean had acquired a thick, curly-tongued American accent that resembled my American-born nephews. My husband noticed and looked at me, wide-eyed and with an elevated brow. I mentally shouted to myself, “WTF just happened to me?!”

When we opened our lounges, I spoke Korean daily with my managers and nail technicians. It’s been several years since then and it seems that I’ve become a Korean version of a gringo. But as soon as the food arrived served with iced-chilled soju, we stuffed ourselves and the incident faded to black. * (wide smile, slightly tipsy face)*

Now that I’m living in Paris part-time, I’m trying to learn French. In fact, whenever I’m in New York, I’m usually fighting with my Duolingo APP, struggling with French whenever I commute on the subway. Somewhere between me wanting to smash my phone or violently shaking it like it was a live person I wanted to choke (I loathe that owl), something hit me. Being bilingual is a privilege, not something I should nonchalantly toss out. But how in the world was I going to learn French as well as practice my Korean? I can practically feel my gray hairs accumulating in volumes. *(Tear drop face with knitted frown-y brows)*


During one rainy weekend in New York while my husband was away, I set up my schedule for a binge-worthy Netflixathon. I stumbled upon the Korean drama “Boys Over Flowers.” As soon as I hit the play button, I was done—game over. This melodrama takes place in high school; it resembles “Gossip Girl” as it is also full of well-dressed bullies. I have not been to Korea in nearly twenty years and it was almost like taking a trip to my motherland in real-time. In one single weekend I managed to watch all 25 episodes without leaving my apartment, rotating between my two iPads and a laptop (using my desktop meant leaving my bed or couch—gasp!). I ordered in and didn’t leave my apartment the entire weekend.

Empty takeout containers peppered my kitchen counters along with two large empty Doritos bags (I remember nothing). I got myself together and took a shower on Sunday night. I felt empty as I readied my fatigued self for work. *(Devastated face) *

I had withdrawal. I was so enraptured and fascinated by the modern Korean slang I learned that I’ve watched “Boys Over Flowers” again. In total, I’ve watched it five times. And if that’s not enough, I downloaded the soundtrack. The boys were too fashionably hot and the twisted plots crazy. In fact, even during my fourth viewing, I peed a little in my pants because, holy shit, can these people cry, and I’m not only talking about the girls—I’m kind of a goner when boys and men cry—and dang it—these guys do it so well. If there were an award for “The Best Crying Scene,” there would be blackout riots in South Korea, it would be worse than the European Soccer riots. Like any addict—I needed more!  I found a huge community of Korean drama fans from all over the world on the Internet. I downloaded the Viki APP and I have not stopped. To make matters worse, there is another APP called Drama Fever (commercial free) that I subscribed to—I convince myself it’s worth every penny.  *(I’m so lying face)*

(My vote for “The Best Crying Scene” would be for “Heirs,” when the two main characters stare at each other for what seems like hours. They don’t speak, they just communicate though streams of shiny tears—I still get goose bumps and, you’ve guessed it, I’ve watched this series three times, and am planning one more binge this summer. Lee Min-ho—*(kissy face*).

I must say, the Korean melodrama-marketing machine is genius. The boys are so much prettier than the girls (after all, we’re a female audience) and they eat so much instant ramen and drink so much soju that sometimes when I’m watching at 3AM, I wonder if I should leave my apartment to buy a bag of instant ramen from the corner bodega—thankfully it hasn’t come to that yet. I have even enabled my girlfriends in their own addictions, we now text each other if a new episode is posted, and of course we all convince ourselves it’s all for learning the language. But even this has happened! I am now able to string Korean words more fluidly. (Who knew I could even joke in Korean?)

When it comes to food, my husband and I need our fixes (how can he dare to eat spicier foods then I do?!). There is nothing like a bubbling kimchi-jigae after traveling, we blow our noses without any shame whatsoever while devouring the stew. My new Korean fluency gives me the confidence that bonds me with my fellow Koreans around the world, even in Paris. They don’t speak English and I certainly do not speak French, but it doesn’t matter because I can actually make reservations in Korean now and this makes my husband super envious, he actually said, “Who knew Korean would be so useful?” He even tells me that I’m now showing off my Korean, in fact, he had never, ever seen me hold such long conversations. *(wink face) *

Now I must tell you all about how #KDrama works. Picture this: an Anatomy #KDrama marathon, this one is about a really hot, rich boy (his parents practically own the country—think Samsung!), who falls in love with a plain Jane, a pitifully poor girl whose family was financially ruined by loan sharks. Her relatives gamble and there is always a sick relation with huge hospital bills to pay. The boy’s equally wealthy best friend (Think LG!) falls in love with her too, they punch each other out over the girl, but she is without a clue since she works her ass off and is often too exhausted from taking care of her family—and working two or three jobs (But she always has the latest bad-ass smart phone—in white of course). It takes about 8 episodes for this couple to hold hands; we don’t know which of the boys will actually get the girl because she may have held hands with both of them (the slut!). They both profess their love for her. They give her makeovers by reaching into their bottomless wallets—his family owns the department store too! (Oh Snap!)

Enter his no-nonsense Korean tiger mom who has a rich girl for him to marry (company merger), someone he loathes. There are loads of schemes to get rid of the poor girl, even if the mother has to hire a hit man. Yes, there will be a kidnapping and injuries, you name it—I’m scared for her too, no lie. It takes about 16 episodes for these two to kiss and overcome her accidents, hospital recoveries, etc. They promise never to part. But wait! Something else surfaces, after digging up her family history, it seems that they are exactly like Romeo and Juliet, their ancestors were enemies and his family is responsible for the fact that her family is destitute.

What will she do? His friend hired the PI who found unearthed this family feud—will she honor her family and reclaim their wealth? Or does she abandon ship?! * ( suspense #KDrama face)

Things are heating up in #KDrama land. I just finished “Secret Love Affair” and it has a racy plot, which is unusual for #KDrama. A 22-year-old piano prodigy falls in love with his professor’s wife (who is in her mid-40s?) who also happens to be the school artistic director and his piano coach –they practically make love when they play four hands together. She falls hard for him too –not that there are any naked scenes, but they are blatantly open about their affair and often spend nights together. This scandalous drama has the Korean community on fire (my mother especially). Immediately after “Secret Love Affair” ended, they showed “A Thousand Day’s Promise.” *Palm face* In this #KDrama, the couple were in bed naked (blanket covered of course, but they showed some skin) by the first episode! It was pretty smutty for a first episode—but can it get better than that? It’s like upping a dosage to an addict. I’m seriously giving myself a #KDrama cleansing diet this summer to read my beloved books which are gathering virtual dust in my Kindle APP. *(fear, lost and Ionging face)*

Now back to Anatomy Of A #KDrama Nail Polish Collection:

Instant Amnesia

This is the perfectly neutral balance between fawn and taupe, a lofty palate cleanser with a tinge of attitude. Its flawless beauty is infused with flutters of silver, green, and pink shimmer. Once you wear it, Instant Amnesia will erase your memory of all the bad nail polish colors from your past.

Oh Slap! 

The quintessential flushed cheeks for your nails, Oh Slap! goes on as a sheer pink in one coat with opaque coverage in two coats. This is THE PERFECT PINK; the formula is flawless and streak-free and is not pastel or white-based. You can practically apply it with your eyes closed.

 Will They Won’t They

Will They Won’t They catches the sun’s rays as it glides on your nails.  A gentle cascade of the tiniest silvery, blue-green micro glitter softly flows on a pool of doleful lavender. Sheer coverage in one coat, and opaque in two.

Cue The Montage

Yellow chartreuse is the most difficult color to wear; it was a daring task to try to create one that would be suitable for all skin tones. Cue the Montage has a different texture than any other RBL nail polish. It dries matte and textured, so you must apply a basecoat and topcoat for the full effect. This color has glittery silver that peaks through in glorified harmony.

Warning: The glitter in this bottle does not appear the same when applied to nails; it has a sandwiched effect.

Not Your Baby

A deceitfully, mysterious brown-bronzy-sage-green duo chrome, Not Your Baby is a classic RBL chameleon nail polish—its identity changes depending on the light. Trickery plays. This color may appear to be brown with a cast of sage-green shimmer in a certain light, and yet bronze the next moment.

Burn The Evidence

Burn The Evidence has a finely milled panache glitter that is not only jammed-packed with a mélange of red, gold, orange and copper glitters, but it also provides that dash of ash-black brilliance. This color fully covers in two full coats and has a flaming three-dimensional depth: Your hot nails will look like they’re on fire.


Virtuously inky, Monologue’s navy blue base is embedded with a soliloquy of elegant light-blue shimmer. Even in low light, this solitary dark blue retains its color and does not appear to be black. Monologue has a smooth, undemanding application; this color is darkly pigmented yet calmingly engaging.


If you are interested in viewing some #KDrama, here is a list of my recommendations I usually give to non-Korean friends as well and they’re hooked!

Boys Over Flowers (I would start with this released in 1998)

You’re Beautiful (Girl disguises herself as a boy in a boy band)

Heir (If  you have Lee Min Ho withdrawal and compare Korea 2014-SO good! )

Dream High (think Glee meets Fame)

Shining Inheritance (title says all)

My Love From Another Star (If Alien was this charming and cute)

Winter Sonata (SOB!!!)

The King of Dramas (comedy)

The Fashion King (hot!)

The Women Who Married Three Times

Secret Love Affair (read above)

***I have tons more, but I do not want to become a pusher, leave me comments if you’re interested and I will give you more recommendations.


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