I looked around and could see the glittery Seine winding through the city and Sacre Coeur perched atop a hill in the distance. Notre Dame, The Louvre, The Arc de Triomphe punctuated the expanse of city around me.

Tulips might be late to the natural skin-care game, but they’re ripe with opportunity.

4,000 miles away from the runway show in New York City, in a fire ceremony by the light of a full moon, Gisele waves are born.

Like tangled-up Conair dryers and dusty Clinique samples, almost every bathroom cabinet graveyard has a jumbo-sized tub of electric-green aloe vera gel buried in the back right corner.

As we inch closer and closer to the lifting of the embargo on Cuba, Americans have emoji hearts in their eyes for the import possibilities. Classic cars! Cigars! White linen shirts! Even vaccines. As a beauty junkie, though, I have my sights set on the local beauty loot, which is why I went down to the island last month to get a sneak peek.

A lot of people travel to Copenhagen and come back inspired by the food, happy lifestyle, and sleek interior design. Me? I couldn't stop obsessing over the perfect skin of everyone who lives there.