The Sunscreen Commandments: A Word From the Pale Girl
In the hopes that the sun is here to stay—it can’t possibly rain on July 4th weekend; that just seems un-American—here is the sunscreen speech I give annually to friends, Vogue readers, and anyone else who wants to listen. Wherever you are—beach, sailboat, tennis court, rooftop, a shiny red convertible—sunscreen should be your very best accessory. It’s not sexy, but neither are the sunspots/wrinkles/sagging skin/possible skin cancer that comes with not using it. Sunscreen is the one subject I willingly preach, as I have a complexion of the Twilight ilk and have perfected my application method over the years in an I’m-so-pale-I’ve-had-no-other-choice kind of way. So, for a lifetime of fabulous skin and immediate sunscreen success:
-Make sure you like the product you’re using—the smell; the feel; if it makes all the difference to you, the package—so you will actually use it. The ones I find myself stocking year after year: Lancôme for face (doesn’t break me out and feels like expensive moisturizer, which it is), Neutrogena for body (the Dry Touch feels powdery rather than sticky; the new Sport blocks are formulated with an invisible “web” that promises to stay on longer than others). Under makeup during, say, the workweek, the high SPF “veils” from Chanel, Dior, Clarins, and La Mer feel as light as a serum—don’t forget your neck!
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