Yesterday, I drove from Santa Monica to Beachwood Canyon, which, by L.A. standards, qualifies as international travel. I traded ocean breezes and all-day pickle-ball outfits for narrow, winding roads, storybook houses, and a much better view of the Hollywood sign. Same city, different country! The occasion was a gathering to meet the designer behind , the Australian swimwear label whose vibrant pieces I have no intention of retiring for winter. The guest list was basically models and…me. I appeared to be the only one wearing crow’s feet, along with a under a vintage . The welcome, however, was as warm as the weather. One particularly enterprising model turned beauty content creator recommended , promising a natural-looking boost to my pout. Coming from someone whose lips already seemed to have everything figured out, I took notes and bought it this morning. ICYMI—or if your feed has somehow escaped the beauty-recommendation blitz—is having a massive sale today through 11/9. I stocked up on and for my, eek, crow’s feet and proliferating dark spots. Two accessories I can do without!