The other day I tried a Bioré pore strip sampler out of Real Simple magazine. Then I spent half an hour comparing the top and bottom halves of my nose.
I am now about 60 percent convinced I need pore strips to rein in my moon-sized schnozz craters. Preferably while imbuing them with the fresh scent of Mandarin blossoms.
Ad slave, wordsmith + co-founder of Hurrah and AdVerve (podcast and blog). French-American, Bay Area-born. My mission: Understanding how we make meaning. That seems important.
This is where my personal ditties come to die. To read the pro stuff, visit Muse by Clio.
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