GIFT GUIDE: Mother's Day Beauty

This Sunday May 13 is Mother's Day. It's time to spoil our Mothers and Grandmothers to thank them for everything they do for us! Eco Glamazine presents our mummy friendly gift guide featuring eco-friendly beauty products perfect for this Mother's Day. 


Yummy Mummy
Butter London 3 Free Nail Lacquer

Treat your Mum with this magic lacquer! Butter London's medium beige best-seller is simply stunning on every skin colour. If she can't decide on a lacquer, then this is it. Butter London lacquers are cruelty-free and free from harsh chemicals that a commonly found in nail polish. 


www.butterlondon.com  | Shade: Yummy Mummy |  $14.00  | cruelty-free 


Stunning Stella
Glamourflage Stunning Stella  Hand Wash 

This zesty lotion designed to wash away her cares and add that extra bit of allure to her kitchen, bathroom or boudoir. Move over Stepford wives, Stunning Stella makes hand washing sexy and glamorous. 


www.glamourflage.com.au | $14.95  |  250 ml pump bottle | not tested on animals 


Glamorous Gift
Napoleon Perdis Mother's Day Pack 

This universal shade offering featured makes this gift perfect for all - a wonderful for your Mum or yourself. Packaged in a chic cream box with ribbon, the Mother's Day pack includes:

• Prismatic Quad: 4 eyeshadows and 1 blush
• DeVine Goddess Lipstick in Gia
• Mini Long Black Mascara
• Auto Pilot Pre-Foundation Skin Primer (15 ml)
• Napoleon Perdis Makeup Bag

www.napoleonperdis.com |  $69.00 | not tested on animals


Luxurious Lids
Lime Crime D'Antoinette Pressed Eyeshadow Palette

Eye and cheek fantasy palette inspired by the iconic Queen of France, Marie Antoinette. Five pastel hues, each reminiscent of royal confectionery delights, offer luxurious payoff, velvety texture and superb blendability. Arrives encased in a deluxe purple tin. 


Palette Colours:

• Royal Flush - pastel pink (matte)
• Absinthe-Minded - light green (matte)
• Macarooned - peach (matte)
• Ribbonesque - lavender (matte)
• Mercurious - metallic silver (sparkle)

www.limecrimemakeup.com |  $34.99  | Vegan + Cruelty-Free 

Hot Mama
The Balm Hot Mama Blush

Sexy shadow, beautiful blush and subtle highlighter tucked inside a go-anywhere compact. This pinky-peach hue adds a splash of colour to cheeks, a hint of shimmer to the lids, and illuminates your finest features. This all-in-one beauty must have will transform her into one very hot mama! 


www.thebalm.com  |  $19.00 | Cruelty-Free 

RIP MCA

"...it was the stupidest name we could come up with." - Adam 'King Ad Rock' Horovitz, on where the name 'Beastie Boys' came from


It's amazing when something people come to care about comes from such humble origins.
Original Beastie Adam 'MCA' Yauch died on Friday after a long bout with cancer. When entertainers die, often the spectacle surrounding the circumstances is so overwhelming that it becomes more cartoonish than tragic. Think Michael Jackson or Whitney Houston. Other times, such as in the cases of John Lennon and Kurt Cobain, it's nothing but sad, for so many people. The New York Mets paid tribute to Yauch Friday night by changing the players' walk-up music to Beastie Boys songs and my friend Catherine Durkin-Robinson wrote this column about what Yauch and the Beasties music have meant to her and her family. Even Coldplay, not the first band you would associate with the Beastie Boys, offered a touching tribute during their concert in Los Angeles Friday night...




Who'd have guessed in 1986, hearing "Brass Monkey" for the first time, that we'd feel like this in 2012?

ECO GLAMAZINE: May 2012

As the temperatures cool down with winter approaching, our May issue reveals the secrets to keeping your skin beautiful and soft this winter! Our Eco Angel and cover girl is Aussie singer/song writer and star of Channel Nine's hit new show The Voice, Delta Goodrem. It's time to spoil Mum with our eco-friendly Mother's Day gift guide! 

May 2012

weekly eco-friendly articles about beauty, food, fitness and saving the planet!

ECO ANGEL: Delta Goodrem. The Voice read article 

Kind Beauty: Winter Skin. Secrets Revealed

Gift Guide: Mother's Day 2012  read article

Olivia Wilde Emma Stone run walk for women

Emma Stone, Jimmy Fallon, and Olivia Wilde pose together at the 15th Annual EIF Revlon Run & Walk for Women,in New York City on May 5, 2012. Olivia Wilde and Emma Stone co-hosted the charity event that supports women's cancer research, which was sponsored by the Entertainment Industry Foundation (EIF) and Revlon. Olivia and Emma also happen to be global brand ambassadors for Revlon, and

The quest for inspiration

Inspiration for writers...well, any creative types, I would guess...comes in waves. There are times when having eight arms to write down all the good ideas coming at you wouldn't be enough. Then there are other times where it's impossible to get excited enough about any one thing to even bother jotting it down. Lately, I've been feeling kind of...flat. I usually don't worry about it because eventually, these highs and lows tend to correct themselves, usually via some internal mechanism. But sometimes, during what seems like an extended dry spell, I find myself looking for an external stimulus of some sort.

I asked a comedian friend about this and here's the advice I got...

"Tell you what you do; go to a strip club. One of the good ones..."

"Oh, I don't know, man. Strip clubs really aren't my thing..."

"Hear me out. Not a skeevy dive, a nice place."

"How do I know if it's a nice place? Is there a web site that ranks them by likelihood of contracting hepatitis?"

"A nice place is the kind that serves food."

"Food?"

"Yeah, you can get a full steak dinner with everything."

"Not on a buffet, I hope."

"No, a buffet wouldn't be good. 'Destiny, I found one of your pasties in the creamed corn again'."

"They have creamed corn on the buffet? Oog." 

"No, these places have a menu and you order a steak with lobster and even a baked potato and they cook it to order and bring it out to your table."

"Just like a regular restaurant."

"Right. Well, that plus boobs."

"So a steak dinner is your advice for getting me inspired? Why don't I just go to Outback?"

"It's not about the steak dinner. That's just your indicator that it's a nice place."

"Okay, so then what?"

"Then get yourself the best stripper. And I don't necessarily mean at this club; you might have to try other nice clubs. But you're looking for The Best One. There is always one who is prettier than all the rest of them. Not all tatted up and cracked out with a boyfriend named Diego and notices from DCF jammed between the baby seats in her '97 Dodge Neon."

"This has suddenly become a very specific description..."

"Actually, you'd be surprised how generic that description is."

"If you say so..."

"More important than how pretty The Best One is, she's classier than the rest of them. You can tell by the way she carries herself. Got more going on upstairs too. She's definitely a cut above the rest of the herd."

"Strippers gather by the herd? Huh. I would have guessed flock or litter."

"You'll know her when you see her. She's a magical creature and she shouldn't even be here. She shouldn't even exist, but she does."

"This is a stripper you're talking about and not a unicorn, right?"

"Why is this woman a stripper? Is there some deep, dark secret or is she doing it for kicks? Who knows? Who cares?"

"Wow."

"She's usually busy so you'll have to wait for her but it's worth it. Ignore the skanks, sit there and have a drink, be patient and when you get a chance, go talk to her. Offer to buy her a drink. That will usually get her to sit with you. Once you've engaged her and have her undivided atention, that's when you go to work."

"Ah, okay! You try out material on her, entertain her, get her to laugh and when she does, your confidence is boosted. Then you feel better about yourself and it allows you to go home and write! I get it now."

"What? No. That's stupid. Why would I waste time trying out material on some dumb stripper who just wants my money? No, you waste her time just long enough to where she's ready to get up and leave and then you give her just enough money to let you touch her on the butt."

"...Oh."

I probably won't go to a strip club but what I think he was saying is sometimes you have to indulge yourself. I may give that a try. Does anybody know if I'd need reservations at Outback on a Friday night?

Cheerleading struggles for recognition as Sport

ABC News has an article on the high athletic standards set by Colleyville Heritage High School for girls at the tryouts of its cheerleading squad. Candidates don't even qualify to attend the three-day tryouts unless they get a tumbling certification, showing they can perform maneuvers including the standing backhand spring and round off back tuck. CHHS fields three cheerleading squads: varsity,

Lesson learned: dig deeper

My first job was as a busboy at the restaurant of the Ramada Inn in Benton Harbor, Michigan. My parents lied about my age so I could start working there as a 15-year-old. As a result of being even more immature than I would have been if I was actually of legal age, I lacked the sophistication (but not the motivation) to approach Pam, the hot waitress who worked there.
Pam was college-age, maybe 23, tall, with long brown hair. She was the only waitress there under the age of 50 who didn't smoke a million cigarettes (aside from the barmaids, who did smoke lots of cigarettes and whose tight, short skirts, husky laughs and salty vocabulary rendered them worldly, formidable and ultimately unapproachable). I was instantly smitten. She drew the attention of every lead singer of every band that played in the lounge and I knew that I had to do something dramatic to get her to see me as more than the bow tie clipped to the collar of a short-sleeved white shirt that cleared dishes and replaced linens from her tables. The obvious answer? Tell her I was in a band!
"Wow! What do you play?"
Guitar. Lead guitar.
"Oh cool! What kind of music does your band play?"
Rock and roll. But good rock. Not like these guys, I repiled, tossing a thumb in the general direction of the lounge, dismissing the musical credibility of The Midnight Sons or whatever local troubadors were holding court there that week. 
"I'd love to see you play some time!"
Somehow, it had escaped my logical mind that this would be the ideal response from a girl whose attention I wanted...if only I were actually in a band or could at least play guitar or I at least owned one. As it was, I was completely unprepared to respond. However, the mind of a 15-year-old, hormone-driven boy is capable of responding quickly to negative feedback and I quickly came up with a solid back-up plan.
I told her we didn't have any gigs scheduled. It's hard to get bookings in this town, you know?
"Well, make me a tape so I can hear you play!"
Um. Sure.
I went home and looked through the combined record collections of my household. For obvious reasons, I couldn't use anything from The Everly Brothers (my dad's), The Four Seasons (my mom's) or Sesame Street (my sister's). It all sounded old, very polished, instantly familiar and/or fixated on learning the alphabet. For many of the same reasons, I couldn't use my Beatles albums like Abbey Road. Then I remembered a two-disc Beatles compilation titled "Rock And Roll Music". It was a slapped-together cash-grab, issued in a tacky silver sleeve (with icons of '50s nostalgia, for some reason) and was comprised mostly of uptempo cover songs that hadn't necessarily been "hits" on the same level as "I Want To Hold Your Hand" or "She Loves You". Obscure (in my mind) Beatles songs! Perfect! I inserted a cassette in my tape recorder and put together my first attempt at impressing a girl via mix tape.
This went about as well as you would probably guess. I gave Pam the tape after work one night and told her to let me know what she thought. And that's exactly what she did the next time I worked with her. Apparently, she got less than 30 seconds into the first song on the tape ("Twist and Shout") before the jig was up. There is absolutely nothing more motifying to a male of any age than to be busted in the act of perpetrating a hoax with the intent of impressing the object of your desires by the object of your desires. For a 15-year-old, you get the added bonus of knowing that you have the rest of a very long life to live under the assumption that Pam the waitress managed to spread the word to every single female on the planet.
Of course, with the benefit of hindsight and the wisdom that comes with age, I can see where I went wrong: not that I lied about being in a band and tried to pass off relatively obscure music from the most famous band of all time, which makes it still pretty well-known, as my own. The plan itself was solid. My execution was off though. I should have done something like this instead...

Scratch that; I should have done exactly this instead!
So Pam, if you're out there; look, no one knows yet. My heart loves you. We meet because of destiny. We also create false promises. But my heart loves you. And I really do own a guitar now.