every time i go to the nail salon, i face the wall of bottles and ponder a departure from my standard ‘lincoln park after dark’ or ‘you don’t know jacques’ for a bold, glittery gold. there it is, in all it’s sparkle, practically calling out my name. but i never end up choosing it for fear of looking too juvenile. but this photo from yimmy’s yayo puts a new spin on glitter, in a very grown up way.

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