Hair Depression: It’s a Thing

Jamie Stone makeup

I was chatting with my friend Ashley the other night at an event and telling her about how, since moving to LOS ANGELES, I’ve had the best hair of my life.  It sound ridiculous, but my HAIR completely effects my mood- e.g. if it was raining and humid while I lived in NEW YORK CITY, I sometimes opted to not go out.  Believe me, I know how insane this sounds…”Is Jamie saying she actually wouldn’t leave her apartment when the weather was shitty?”  The answer is yes, yes I did that.  Let me step back a bit and explain…my hair, it’s naturally wavy and frizzy.  I don’t have a lot of hair, but the hair that I do have is very textured and gets huge at even the slightest sign of moisture in the air, which ultimately blows if you live on the east coast.  Los Angeles’ dry climate has been an absolute god-send for me and now that I’m taking a break from my hair extensions, I’ve recently been feeling a little bit drab in the hair department.  I’m thinking about spicing it up a bit but I’m not sure what yet…possibly cutting off some inches or maybe going a little lighter (again)?  We will see.  All I know is, I recently thought about a run-in I had with a guy I knew from high school while still living in New York:

Me: Hey “guy”

“Guy”: Hey Jamie…nice hair. Bahahaha.

I’ll admit it, the weather was AWFUL that day; my hair was super poufy and the pieces around my face were curling in every direction imaginable, as they do.  It was spring time, pouring rain, and like 65 degrees, which makes for the wettest weather possible.  I get it.  We always had the kind of relationship where we gave each other shit but apparently he never learned that there are two things you don’t use as ammo against a girl: her weight and HER HAIR.  Needless to say, my hair and I are MUCH HAPPIER now…the only time I get any kind of frizz is when I’m near the beach for too long.

So yeah…a change is coming but, in the mean time, my hair and I will be enjoying the desert climate here in California.  And to clarify, the photo in this post is WITH EXTENSIONS. Sad face. I miss them already.

Do you guys feel the same way? Does bad weather give you hair depression?

photo credit: Kristen Turner

Beauty Products to Beat The Polar Vortex

Beauty Tips to Beat The Polar Vortex

At first, I said I had snowstorm FOMO…that is, until I started hearing the term “polar vortex” thrown around. I mean.  I’m all for a fun snow day, but I’m not so into the idea of it being below freezing outside.  Even though I’m in Los Angeles, I put together a collection of some awesome beauty products to help you bea/SURVIVE the polar vortex.

1. Mario Badescu Cuticle Cream

2. L’Occitane Shea Butter Hand Cream

3. Aquaphor

4. Kiehl’s Intensive Treatment & Moisturizer for Dry or Callused Areas

5. Smith’s Rosebud Salve

6. Clinique Moisture Surge Intense Skin Fortifying Hydrator

New York Reminders and a Happy New Year


I got back to LA late last night after spending seven days in New York and, I gotta say, this trip was really something.  New York IS (and always will be) my home but I really took some time this trip to wonder…could I move back now, at this point in my life?  The answer is…I still don’t know.  I’m totally, madly in LOVE with Manhattan but good GOD, could I really go back to having roommates and an 8×8 bedroom?  Probably not.

What I encountered on my trip, that I could get more of: businessmen in suits, extremely sarcastic group conversations, a man giving up his seat at a bar for a woman, real Italian food and greasy NY-style Chinese food,  my family and long-time friends, walking, and last, but not least, the pure energy that emanates from the New York City side walk.  I’ve also realized that I generally prefer winter clothing to any other season and, as weird as it is, I left NYC feeling more energized and refreshed than ever.  2013 was, how do you say it, kind of a shitty year for me and hey…it’s happens to everyone.  I’m not complaining because I know how truly lucky I am to have my health, my family, friends, etc. but overall…yeah, not my personal best.  I’m looking forward to a hypothetically clean slate in two days…are you with me?  Cheers to an amazing 2014- I see big things ahead.

Skin Cancer Foundation Gala Young Associates After-Party (NYC)


We all know how important skin cancer awareness is to me.  My Aunt Susan passed away at a very young age from the vicious, yet extremely preventable disease.  If you’re in New York on Tuesday, October 15th, you NEED to get tickets to the Skin Cancer Foundation Gala Young Associates After-Party.  For one, you’d be supporting a great cause.  Two, it’s a tax deduction (my world now).  Three, it’s OPEN BAR and there’s an amazing DJ.  If I were going to be in NYC, I’d DEFINITELY be at this party.  You can get tickets HERE.  Oh and my amazing friend April Franzino from SELF magazine is co-chairing the event. She’s awesome, so you should support her!


Never Forget. This is the land of the free, because of the brave


I want to start by saying that this is the first time, in 12 years, that I’ve been able to tell this story publicly with out completely losing my shit.  Sure, there was spring break 2002 when I verbally abused a bunch of rednecks from Michigan about 9/11 because they were making racist comments and clearly had no idea what they were talking about…but I don’t know if you’d necessarily call my patriotic.  I mean, while in Europe, when asked “Are you American?” I responded with “I’m from New York.”  But after September 11, 2001 every New Yorker who suffered through September 11th has a special place in their heart for everything that IS the United States of America.  I’ll never forget that day. Ever.  It was a Tuesday, which meant that I didn’t have class until 11:15am.  My best friend from high school, Dawn, called my freshman dorm room phone around 9am. I answered, pissed off for her waking me up, and she said “yo, we got bombed.”  I repled with “seriously dude, you know I’m not a morning person…what the fuck?”  After a little back and forth, she convinced me that, yes, in fact this was REAL.  I immediately hung up with her, right before my roommate came back, after her 9am class was canceled due to the attack and safety was an issue for us.  I called my other high school best friend, Jane, who went to NYU and lived downtown.  I got through with her, which was miraculous, and she told me that she was OK…as sirens blared in the background and she just kept repeating “this is crazy…this is seriously CRAZY.  I don’t know what to do.”

It was only then that it occurred to me that my father, who I was in a stupid argument with, worked in Grand Central Station.  I then called his office, but the lines were consistently busy.  My roommate had a phone card that she offered up to me, in hopes that it would work since it wasn’t a local area code.  ALL of the phones were down, including my cell phone, because so many calls were coming into our area.  I then called his girlfriend at the time, who told me they evacuated Grand Central after the first Tower was hit and he was in White Plains, safe and sound….at least for the time being.  I burst into tears.  My “fight” with my dad was over something SO stupid that I honestly don’t even remember what it was about.  We hadn’t spoken in a week and I couldn’t help but think about the “what if’s”…it was cold in my brain.

My R.A. stopped by to check in (there were dozens of alumni that perished in the tragedy) and it was then that I decided to go up to the 14th floor of our building and look at the Towers.  Long Island is super flat and the 14th floor always provided a gorgeous view of the New York City skyline.  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get that image out of my head…two gigantic New York City monuments…smoking…on fire…falling apart.

I think I was naive to think it was an accident.  That was 18-year-old Jamie.  Innocent.  For the first time in my 18 years, I was scared for my safety…something that girls in other countries feel when they’re only children.  My safety was in jeopardy.  My country was under attack.  It was at this point, 18 years later, that I finally understood what it MEANS to be an American.

Being from New York, most of us are only first or second generation.  And having such a strong Jewish and Italian/Irish background, I’ve always felt a bigger connection to that than anything else…but it was on September 11, 2001 that I was officially an American citizen.  It was from that point on that I began to understand what it meant to be “the land of the free and home of the brave” because, as a history buff, I already knew the facts.  The Revolutionary War soldiers that gave their lives for us to simply BE “The United States of America” need to be recognized, and honored.  September 11th isn’t just about the terrorists who attacked New York…it’s about the FDNY and NYPD officers who died that day.  It’s about the minute men who went door-to-door to let soliders know that the British were coming.  It’s about anyone who lost a loved one on September 11th.  It’s about my friend Kerri’s father, who worked in one of the Towers, but just didn’t feel like going to work that day and called in sick.

Today is a day to remember everyone who gave their life for OUR FREEDOM.  Never forget that.

New Yorkers in LA at The Grove (and a giveaway!)

new yorkers in LA dinner

It’s crazy to think that I’ve been living in LA for almost FOUR years now (in September!), right?  Well, believe it or not, there’s quite a few of us out here on the west coast now…so a dinner was in order.  Whisper Lounge at The Grove was gracious enough to host us girls, and guys, the dinner was AMAZING.  We were all freaking out about how good the food was and there are plenty of Instagrams to prove it.

The attendees (all former New Yorkers in the beauty world, mind you): me, Nadine Jolie, Emily Kate Warren, Erin Wolf, Erin Kelly, Meg Young, Ning Chao, Roopika Malhotra

Why do you care? Well, I’m giving away one Privileges EDGE Membership at The Grove 

(LA residents only, sorry!)

Privileges is The Grove’s new membership-based benefits program that gives you an exclusive invitation to experience The Grove and Los Angeles at an entirely new level of luxury and convenience.

Offsite benefits range from Burke Williams gift cards and complimentary add-ons, access to 600 airport lounges worldwide, VIP invitations to sought after LA events, complimentary hotel upgrades at Mr. C Beverly Hills, and other five star hotels in Las Vegas, New York, San Francisco, London, Paris and more; priority reservations, upgrades, and VIP treatment at sbe’s nightlife venues, restaurants, and hotels; complimentary Warner Brothers VIP Tours, and complimentary rounds of golf at Malibu Golf Club; access to one of LA’s most coveted celebrity event planners, hairstylists to the stars, and private yacht charters.

Perks at the property—reserved parking specifically for Edge members of the program, complimentary valet, intimate access to Extra Television, experiences such as private after-hours shopping, private trolley rides and date nights on The Grove bridge; Seasonal restaurant tastings, advanced previews of retailer collections at tenants such as Vince, and Michael Kors, personal styling services, movie pre-screening opportunities, celebrity meet and greets, and complimentary gifts.

How to enter:

1-) Follow @TheGroveLA on Instagram and Twitter

2-) Leave a comment on this post (with your email address) and tell me what you love most about The Grove

Contest deadline: June 20th at 5pm PST


Invite: Marie Claire and Guess are celebrating Valentine’s Day!

Here’s the deal.  Marie Claire is one of my favorite magazines so when they have an event in LA (and NYC!), I GO.  On February 5 (NYC) and February 7 (LA), guests are invited to Guess stores to shop Marie Claire’s Valentine’s Day must-haves, enjoy DJ beats, sweet treats and NYX Cosmetics mini-makeovers.  

If you’d like to attend, you can RSVP to GuessNYC@Hearst.com (for NY) and GuessLA@Hearst.com (for LA).  Do it.