I still haven’t understood what’s it about a calendar change that brings about this inevitable audit-taking of our lives. Want to get healthier? You can just as easily start doing that from July 26th, rather than January 1st. Want to switch careers? Why not the middle of April (speaking randomly). Want to detox your social list? What’s wrong with (again randomly!) February to put it in action? What is it about January 1st that we seem to count our hopes and blessings and achievements and failures from this one day out of 365? But despite all my wonderings, the bottom-line remains that we do this. I do it. Every single year.
So, in that spirit, let me announce the new Beauty Gypsy. Worry not… not everything has changed. Like all of us, she’s just older by a year and is taking all the lessons learnt through 2013 to be prettier, shinier, more relevant and a tad bit more investigative (will come to that in a bit!).
To begin: as many of you have noticed, The Beauty Gypsy has a brand new look courtesy two utterly fabulous ladies: Brooke Hagel, who has distilled the very essence of this crazy, quirky, lover-of-everything-offbeat gypsy in a fabulous illustration that you see in the header; and April Durham, the madly chic graphic designer who has put together this fresh new layout and deserves all the credit for re-designing and re-coding this blog for the second time now! Huge, huge, huge thank you Brooke and April… you are simply the best!
And while we are talking about people and inspirations, a lot of people ask me why I chose to be a “gypsy”. Why not a Beauty Maverick? Or a Beauty Consultant? There is a reason for this choice… very many reasons, actually.
I am a beauty-aholic (or beauty-ista?), obsessed with everything skincare, haircare, perfume, makeup and spa. But even though I can (and do!) spend hours wandering aisles lined with the Clarins’ and La Mer’s of our world, it’s the off-the-beaten-path, inspired by indigenous treatments and beauty recipes that really captivate my heart. And brains. Because being indigenous or based on ancient traditions does not mean these beauty recipes are frivolous. Neither are they the stuff of magic. Most come with solid scientific backing… you just need to dig deep.
And that’s what I do: wander from place to place (I am on a rustic beach near Phuket, Thailand, as I write this), digging deep into local beauty traditions and piecing together half forgotten memories of secret recipes that have made women of the world gorgeous from times immemorial. From Yakumo in Japan to Siena in Italy, I am on the road at least 10 months a year. A traveler at heart, for me the journey is often more important than the destination, the secret lives of a city’s locals more interesting than the knowledge of guidebooks.
And that’s what the gypsies do, right? Going from place to place, translating and adapting myriad cultures and mixing them with each other. In my mind, they are like very beautiful, very colourful butterflies that flit from one source to another, cross-pollinating and becoming a repository of traditional knowledge. Plus, they don’t seem to take themselves too seriously, believing in both indulgence and fun – two principles that I love to the core. After all, what’s life without a bit of enjoyment and aimless wandering through a journey of self discoveries?
I don’t walk this road alone. Call it genetic memory, if you will. After all, DNA research has firmly established that gypsies originally came from Northern India (like me!), travelling to Europe via Egypt and Bulgaria. They were goddess-worshippers, praying at the altar of Kali, the ferocious mother goddess of Hinduism; their language (Romany) is based on Sanskrit.
Today, a slew of myths and superstitions have led to wide scale persecution. But the gypsies have also made fabulous contributions. From violins in Hungary to flamenco dances in Spain, they have added laughter and music to our worlds. They have inspired the works of so many writers, including Shakespeare, whose Cleopatra and the dark lady are said to be modelled on a gypsy – fiery, intense and unfaithful.
So, to me, “gypsy” connotes fantasy, soul-wrenching violin music, brightly colored dresses, flowing hair, dark eyes, tempestuous dancing, ancient knowledge and freedom. Lots of freedom. Maybe it’s my destiny to be a gypsy. Maybe I was one in my past birth. Maybe I am one in this birth itself. And maybe the word “gypsy” is a racial slur – but if it is one, isn’t it better to obliterate its negative associations and restore its beauty, rather than try and erase the word itself from our language? It’s not words that are good are bad. Often, neither are the people to whom they are directed. To me, the people who load them with negativity are the ones we should worry about. I, for one, would rather be a free spirited, rootless gypsy than an imprisoned-in-conventions blowhard. What about you?
Some big changes to the blog
Ok, here’s backing away from the rant and back on to the blog itself. As I said, you will be seeing many changes out here in the coming months. One of the big ones: I have stopped accepting any products, spa treatments or anything else for review. Everything that appears in these pages will have been bought and tested on my own dime. Because that’s the only way to remain unbiased. To me, that’s the core function of a blog – to give absolutely honest and unbiased information. Otherwise what makes us different from a traditional magazine, which glorifies its “supporters”, shying away from any critique in the fear of losing out on advertising dollars (speaking from personal experience of more than a decade spent working with leading glossies).
And that brings me to another major addition: a column on beauty products and treatments that you shouldn’t touch with a bargepole. Surprisingly, given all the zillions of products that launch every month, not one of them seems to be ineffectual or a waste of money, if the media is to believed. They all work brilliantly, fullfill every promise made by the brand and are must, must, must, must-have if you want even a decent shot at glowing skin, shiny hair or a happy life. Sounds too far fetched? I think so too. And this is my way of sorting the truth from the superficialities.
But I can’t do any of this without you. We have come this far together and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for making The Beauty Gypsy – an ambitious little blog that was born on a frustrated night in my bedroom – reach the top echelons (600,000+ visitors in 2014!) sans having to go the corporate way or accepting outside funding. I have had two offers this past year by big media names who want to buy out or invest in this blog. But there’s nothing like a free meal and all such offers come with some very tangled strings attached. I would rather remain independent and able to speak my mind, even if it means living on toast and butter. And every time you send me a message, post a comment or share my post, it makes the toast seem so much sweeter – far more than a dish of caviar ever could.
So, now you need to help me more. Tell me what you want this blog to be about. Send me questions on your beauty dilemmas. Let me know which products you want reviewed. Shout out about what you don’t want to see here. It all helps. It really, really helps.
Of new year resolutions
Till then, what are you New Year resolutions? Mine are pretty precise.
1. Last month brought the revelation that I have PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome). Yay for that because it explains my sudden weight gain, acne, mood swings and general feeling of lacklustre-ness. Yikes for the fact that PCOS creates insulin resistance, which gives you diabetes. Resolution: cut out any extra sugars to help the treatment along and get back to the gym.
2. Have a social life. Because dashing like a runaway train through the continents is not really feasible for maintaining relationships. And I am learning that a friendless life is a lonely life. Travel can’t fill all the voids.
3. Sleeping more. I know that everyone who’s reading this is going to be laughing their guts out at the thought of me actually going to bed before 3 am but…. . Suffice to say, it will happen.
Over to you now!