Top 3: Beauty For Real products

Beauty for real, Lips, Lip gloss, shireen sandoval, shireen's favorite things, beauty, makeup, product, top 3

Beauty for real, Lips, Lip gloss, shireen sandoval, shireen's favorite things, beauty, makeup, product, top 3

Beauty for real, Lips, Lip gloss, shireen sandoval, shireen's favorite things, beauty, makeup, product, top 3
The make-up line, “Beauty For Real,” is as it sounds: it’s about the real you, as in what you need, what you want and what works for you in your everyday life. It not only zeroes in on the individuality of a woman (by leaving behind that blanket, over-the-counter, one-product-works-for-everyone mentality,) it also focuses on packaging and presenting its make-up with creative ingenuity.

The international company, based right here in Miami, was founded by make-up artist/guru, Leslie Munsell, and she definitely knows her stuff. Not only has she developed products for Aveda, she’s also worked with some of Hollywood’s brightest stars, including super models and actresses Miranda Kerr and Brooklyn Decker.

Her resume doesn’t stop there. Leslie has also collaborated with some of the biggest names in the fashion industry: Roberto Cavalli, Zac Posen and Giorgio Armani, to name a few. Her biggest passion, though, has been to find amazing, straight-forward, ground-breaking formulas in make-up for the everyday woman and for that – this week’s Top 3 is dedicated to my favorite “Beauty For Real Products.”

 

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Light Up Lip Gloss in Desire / $22

First of all, what woman doesn’t like a lip gloss that lights up? Hello!? It’s not only a beacon of shining light, with an easy access snap on top, it’s also equipped with a mirror to see the really important things in life, like: do I have food in my teeth? Do I need to apply more lip gloss after my last cosmo? The “Light Up Lip Gloss” in Desire not only gives the slightest hint of berry-kissed looking lips, it also has ingredients to plump up any pout. The thing I like most, though; it’s not sticky and has lasting staying power. BFR says it has a magical formula. I say if it does, it’s definitely cast its spell on me.

www.beautyforreal.com

 

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True Color Lip Cream in Barely There / $22

There’s nothing worse than a lip gloss or lipstick that comes off as easy as it goes on; with “True Color Lip Cream in Barely There,” that’s definitely not the case. Not only is it ultra creamy and soft, it stays put despite your appetite. I tested mine after cocktails and a gigantic salad on a Sunday afternoon and it barely budged. I still reapplied, though, because of my vanity and the way this stuff feels (like heaven.) I especially like the “Barely There” color. It’s natural and appears as if you have a beautiful, naked lip with a plethora of high shine. It’s great for a date, a night out on the town with the girls or when you’re just chill-axing at home, being your fabulous self.

www.beautyforreal.com

 

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Get Glowing Cheek Tint & Luminizer in Gold Rush & After Glow / $29

Every South Florida fashionista knows how important it is to be bronzed and beautiful, even if you score a little help from the perfect product. “Get Glowing Cheek Tint & Luminizer in Gold Rush” is just that, with two pretty palates of sun-kissed colors in one. I use it to highlight and low-light my cheekbones and when I’m feeling extra sassy, I apply it for an all-over golden JLo-like glow. I may not be from the block, but I definitely look like I just ran around it, in the most fun, fashionable, South Florida kind of way.

www.beautyforreal.com

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“To me, beauty is about being comfortable in our own skin. It’s about knowing and accepting who you are.” – Ellen Degeneres

 

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Writer: Shireen Sandoval

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Shireen’s Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Klima Miami

What:

Klima Restaurant & Bar, 210 23rd Street, Miami Beach, Florida 33139

Why:

Klima is one of the most beautiful spaces I’ve seen in a long time. I would even go as far as to say, it’s one of the most gorgeous restaurants I’ve ever seen in my life (and I’ve been around the globe a few times.) Its interior is a wonderful blend of Scandinavian modernity mixed with the warmth and flair of a Spanish villa.

It’s the kind of place people linger in to fully enjoy their dining experience, not just eat and head for the door. I started my evening off at Klima’s inviting, open-air bar, where I tried a few specialty cocktails. The Pisco Sour was delicious and the Mint Julep knocked my socks off. Both were refreshing and unique, which seems to be the best way to describe everything on the menu.

Even though the place is touted as a “Spanish” style restaurant, it seems to be influenced by a myriad of places, especially the Mediterranean. I eagerly tried two appetizers: The Tuna Toast (flavored with chipotle, leek and lime) and the Oysters (with Ponzu Sauce and Salmon Roe.) Both were clean, fresh and delicious.

My favorite, though, was the Fennel Carpaccio Salad (made with burrata cheese, kalamata olives and dried tomatoes.) I loved it because it was zesty and crisp. For dinner, I let the powers that be choose, which always scares me a little because I’m such a picky eater, but the Veal Stuffed Paccheri, Porto & Parmesan did NOT disappoint. I’m not big on veal, but the flavor and texture of the plate was amazing. Even though the sauce appears to be hearty, it was actually light and fluffy.

My entire experience at Klima was really so delightful. I enjoyed the interior, the amazing art and the delicious food. I think this place has what it takes to stay around for a long time and that’s why it’s one of my favorite things.

Where:

Klima is located in South Beach, but away from the madness of Ocean Drive. It’s on the sleepy corner of 23rd and Collins (right where Tosca used to be.) They say it’s a tough area, as in there’s not a lot of foot traffic, but the place was jammed packed with high-spirited customers when I was there. The restaurant offers valet, but there’s also a public parking lot beside the building that always seems to have space and that’s always a special treat in Miami.

When:

Monday-Sunday 6pm-2am (the kitchen closes at 12:30am)

For Reservations call: 786-453-2779 or email reservations@klimamiami.com
IG: @klimamiami
FB: Klima

My weaknesses have always been food and men – in that order!Dolly Parton

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Editor: Matthew Auerbach
Producer: Jessie Rosario
Writer: Shireen Sandoval
Photographer: James Woodley

The Naked Truth

The Naked Truth

The Naked Truth

The Naked Truth

My dad always says The Florida Keys is a place where you go to forget or to be forgotten. I never really believed him until last week, when I found myself barreling toward the southernmost point of the country trying to forget about what was happening to me back in Miami.

A mere twenty-four hours prior to my trip, I had spent a long, emotional day at Mount Sinai Hospital in Miami Beach, where I had undergone a series of appointments and tests to see if a mass found in my left breast was cancer.

The area in question, which happened to be the exact same breast and location in which both my grandmother and great grandmother had developed cancer, was detected during a routine mammogram and sonogram that had been performed a few weeks earlier. (I wrote about the experience extensively in my “Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy” blog.)

Waiting for my test results wasn’t just painstaking, it was borderline suffocating. So instead of watching the clock drip by (it would take anywhere from 24 to 48 hours to hear back from my doctor,) I decided to skip town and rendezvous with my parents somewhere down in The Florida Keys. Coincidentally, they were already in town, visiting me from New Mexico.

Unfortunately, no matter how many miles I put between me and Mount Sinai, it didn’t give me the distance I truly needed from the thought of living my life with cancer or dying from it. God, how I hated the C word. Even worse, when I let my mind wander, there I was in the hospital all over again: laying face down, half naked and freezing, inside a gigantic MRI machine with my breasts wedged apart, hanging in a suspended position.

The experience wasn’t just uncomfortable: for whatever reason, I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Mainly because my body was failing me – yet again. After a long battle with Guillain-Barre’ Syndrome, the likelihood of me getting cancer just didn’t seem plausible, but there I was getting poked and prodded, in hopes of finding out “The Naked Truth” about what was really going on inside my body.

During the procedure, the tears came quickly and easily. They dripped straight out of my eyes onto the belly of the imaging contraption. Crying when you’re upside down is an odd feeling. Then again, at that moment everything seemed pretty odd, although I didn’t say as much to the technician performing the MRI.

She had been incredibly impressed with my fortitude when she stuck me with a needle and I didn’t flinch. “Wow, that’s a painful area. You didn’t even blink,” she mused before starting my IV that would be used to pump contrast through my veins. Apparently, contrast helps light up the tentacles of cancer when photographed.

My first instinct was to brag to the technician about my superior mind control when it came to needles, but instead, I smiled weakly and remembered the endless days, nights and weeks of Intravenous Immunoglobulin (IVIG,) the live-saving medicine that helped me recover from GBS.

During that time, the needles and ports became second nature. Without mincing words, I grew a helluva backbone. My veins became so damaged and weak, it was almost impossible to hit one. To ensure I received my “liquid gold,” as I used to call it, I would guide the nurse’s needle under my own skin, until it made contact with a decent vein…

One that would be able to sustain a six hour infusion. I’ll never forget the way the medicine burned when it hit my vein and how it smelled when it entered my body. I’ll also never forget how the procedure itself would clear a room. No one could watch it, not my friends or the people taking care of me. I don’t blame them: it was excruciating, but I never wavered, not once, because I had NO other choice. It was all about survival and I did what I had to do.

Just like when I let the technician choose a painful area on my arm to hit my vein. She could have chosen another place, but she knew that particular area was more than likely a sure thing. She just didn’t know that I knew it, too. She also didn’t know that it was the vein I had nicknamed “Lady Luck” during my GBS days.

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Shireen’s Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

Shireen's Spotlight: Bagatelle Miami

What:

Bagatelle, 2000 Collins Avenue, Miami Beach, Florida 33139

Why:

If you yearn for yumminess on every level, lean close and let me tell you a secret: Bagatelle Miami is THE place to be. It’s one of the hottest spots in the Magic City right now. What’s more, it’s mastered the perfect going-out-to-eat-and-having-an-amazing-time recipe. On any given night of the week, the fabulous new French Mediterranean restaurant not only serves up fantastic food in a killer club-like atmosphere, it also hosts some of the most beautiful people in the city.

I went on a Friday night and the place was off the chain with captivating energy and eye candy (both men and women.) The staff was amazing and boy, do they love to feed a journalist! Everyone who works there (at least, the people I came in contact with) really believes in the food and as you know, that can go a long way. Plus, they’re incredibly accommodating and the service is immaculate. That’s not always the case on South Beach.

I started dinner with several fun cocktails. Although the “Sangria Bagatelle Rose” was my favorite, I also fell in cheeky love with the “Girl From Lima,” “Berry Lust” and the quirky, but surprisingly refreshing “Bootie Call” (made with Belvedere Vodka, rosemary, fresh watermelon, elderflower and lemon juice.)

Next up; some mind-blowingly fresh appetizers: “Salade de Crabe aux Agrumes” (crab salad,) “Tartare de Thon Bagatelle” (tuna tartare) and my all-time favorite, “Tatin de Tomate” (tomato fondue tart, goat cheese, olives, onions, pine nuts and basil oil.) I was impressed by how everything was plated, but perhaps more awe-inspiring was the freshness/lightness of it all. All three plates were succulent and satisfying. It was by far my favorite part of the meal.

For the main course, I dined on Snapper de Floride en Papillote (cedar-wrapped Florida red snapper filet, quinoa tabouleh, avocado and a tropical sauce.) It came with a side of Pommes Frites, Wild Mixed Mushrooms and Spicy Charred Broccolini. The fries were sinful, the mushrooms totally divine and the broccolini was charred to perfection.

If you’re a regular blog reader, you know how I feel about dessert: I can take it or leave it, but at Bagatelle Miami, they don’t let you leave anything behind, especially the sweet stuff. I caved when I saw the three divine dishes they encouraged me to eat: Panna Cotta Ricotta, Cheesecake Napoleon and Banana Cream Tart. The cheesecake was amaze-balls! Come to think of it, everything I dined on was amaze-balls. Bagatelle Miami is definitely one of my favorite things.

Where:

The lively restaurant is on the corner of 21st and Collins on South Beach. It’s just a block south of the W Hotel (one of my all-time favorite properties on the beach) which, by the way, has a big public parking lot right in front of it. You can try to score a parking space there (it’s metered) or settle for Bagatelle’s valet.

When:

Mon-Thurs 6pm-12am, Fri-Sat 6pm-1am, Sunday Brunch 6pm-11pm, Sunday Dinner 12pm-6pm.

www.bistrobagatelle.com
Reservations: 305-704-3900
Executive Chef: Matthieu Godard
IG: @BagatelleMiamiBeach
FB: Bagatelle Miami Beach

Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like.Mark Twain

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Editor: Matthew Auerbach
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Writer: Shireen Sandoval
Photographer: James Woodley

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

Reinvention: The Rusted Jalopy

When the doctor told me I had a mass in my left breast, I wasn’t surprised. Matter of fact, I knew it and not because I could feel it, either. It was just my sixth sense: for whatever reason, my inner voice had been gnawing at me for weeks to get a mammogram. I was just a few months past my yearly exam when I got the news.

I stared at the doctor blankly and asked her to repeat what she had just said. She was so young, I was convinced she had made a mistake and asked to see the name on the medical chart. She showed me without hesitation and there it was, printed out clearly and neatly at the top of the file: Shireen Cheney-Sandoval.

I swallowed hard and looked away as she repeated the news. I had always been incredibly religious about my yearly exam (despite being what many doctors had deemed too young for a yearly mammogram and sonogram.) I didn’t care, though; I did it because of my family history: both my grandmother and great grandmother on my mother’s side had died of breast cancer.

Prompting me to do extra due diligence: the memory of watching my grandmother suffer beyond comprehension. Cancer completely ravaged her, robbing her of her beauty, wreaking havoc on her brain and destroying her body. She died in my mother’s arms like a weak, helpless child. My eyes water and my chest tightens at the memory. Her death became my catalyst in the fight against cancer, which for me has always been a healthy dose of prevention.

Earlier that morning before getting my exam, anything and everything that could go wrong did. Traffic was horrible, I was tired and wasn’t in the mood to be squeezed and felt up. On top of my late arrival, my mammogram prescription wasn’t received by Mount Siani, despite my Primary Care physician faxing it several times the week prior. For whatever reason, when the hospital and doctor’s office tried reconnecting again, the prescription wouldn’t go through. They faxed it TWELVE times.

For the most part, I sat patiently and waited, but after about two hours I finally got up to walk out. I couldn’t believe how quickly the day was passing: I still had to pick up some television wardrobe, get my hair done and get to work to prepare for Deco Drive. Just as my feet were about to hit the automatic door, though, I paused and reconsidered. I took a deep breath, backed away from the door and decided to buy a coffee instead. Then, I went back into the waiting room…

A painstaking thirty minutes later, I was cleared to have both exams. If I hadn’t waited, if I had indeed walked out and ignored my inner voice, I never would have heard the shocking news. I tried asking the doctor clearheaded, information-extracting questions when she told me abut the mass, but I was so freaked out and overwhelmed, having a proper thought was almost impossible. Making matters worse, I was alone.

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Editor: Matthew Auerbach
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