You have to love not only Kristin’s bangs that hit the center of her eyes like Cher in the ’60s – no one has seen her plucked eyebrows in years – but her defiance of breast implants, lip jobs and nose jobs while growing up among lots of girls doing all of the above in Southern California. “Why look like everyone else?” Kristin says and I wish there were more people like her who valued her sort of extraordinary beauty. It seems as though the media has become so cookie cutter and devoid of uniqueness that you could literally take the cover of each magazine and simply paste a new face on them monthly. I’m not sure if it’s the same ex-boyfriend who not only told Kristin that his favorite thing about her was her nose and gave her his (and her) favorite Van Halen t-shirt that was falling apart, but either way, she has had either one or two great ones.
With a love for the music of the ’60s like The Kinks and style icons like Marianne Faithful, Kristin has an eye for the decade’s severe eyeliner, tons of mascara and pale lips. Those roots, along with working extensively in fashion with the greats like photographers Patrick Demarchelier and Peter Lindbergh as a makeup artist, has contributed to her well-curated aesthetic. Kristin doesn’t buy a lot but when she does, it’s lasting. I love how she wears a more classic red Givenchy dress with one long Pam Love cross earring and a pair of chunky Ann Demuelemeester ankle boots (I have the same), or an asymmetrical Margiela dress with a pair of her favorite skin-tight and comfy Tripp jeans that have one white and one black leg. It’s all evidence of Kristin’s perfected choosiness and magnetic ease with herself, just as she is.