I’ve tried it all—the serums that promise transformation, the tools that vibrate, freeze or light up, and the creams that cost more than a decent night away... As a 47-year-old beauty editor, you’d think, by now, I’d have it all figured out. And yet, for years, I was just as easily swayed as anyone by the idea that great skin was always one product away. But recently I’ve noticed that the clutter on my bathroom shelf has dramatically dwindled. There was no dramatic cull—just a quiet evolution. What once buckled under the weight of bottles promising glow, bounce and eternal youth now holds a small, tightly edited line-up of skincare. Not because I’ve given up, but because I’ve finally worked out what works.
Your twenties are for play—the decade of experimental fringes, fake tan mishaps and dealing with late-on-set spots. Your thirties are about getting serious: researching ingredients, dalliances with retinol, and discovering that your skin has an opinion. But your forties? After years of fieldwork, that’s when you edit.
