Linda Wells

1 week ago | airmail.news | Linda Wells

One of the comforting sounds of my childhood was my dad gargling in his bathroom before heading off to work. My sister and I would join in, heads thrown back, warbling our froggy music. The mouthwash in question, Listerine Antiseptic—a potent, alcohol-rich brew—was doing all sorts of damage to something that, until fairly recently, wasn’t a concern: the good bacteria in our oral microbiome. The aim for ages was to kill bacteria, not encourage them to thrive.

1 week ago | airmail.news | Jeanne Malle |Linda Wells

This is a story of love and also disgust and revulsion. It could be a parable about New York City and the way, no matter how carefully its residents try to insulate themselves from its inherent grime, the grime always tries to win. Let’s start with the love part. There were two characters, and certainly many more. Matt and Julia, who met when they were nearly naked in a spa called Othership in Toronto. Toronto is not New York, but stick with us.

2 weeks ago | airmail.news | Linda Wells

spritz Habit Rouge If your idea of a men’s scent is more James Bond in black-tie than Lil Baby in chains (as he appeared in an ad for Axe), then step right this way. Habit Rouge, the sophisticated fragrance from Guerlain, is celebrating its 60th birthday by partnering with Hennessy to infuse the classic scent with a taste of cognac. The perfumer achieved this alchemy by steeping Habit Rouge in wooden barrels that previously held the pedigreed French brandy.

3 weeks ago | yahoo.com | Linda Wells |Carlos Nazario

"Hearst Magazines and Yahoo may earn commission or revenue on some items through these links."Linda Evangelista lifts her shirt over her head. She wants to show me her scars, two purple, ragged parentheses that travel from her outer breasts to her mid back, just under the shoulder blades. I have to muffle a gasp. They look violent, like coordinated shark attacks or swipes from the grim reaper’s scythe.

1 month ago | airmail.news | Linda Wells

There you are, tucked under a thatched roof in a villa perched above a waterfall. You’re in bed, surrounded by candlelight, snuggled next to your sweetheart. It couldn’t be more romantic, but all you can think is, The horror. The horror. It might be impossible to stay at the Family Coppola Hideaways in Belize without feeling just a little like a pampered extra in a very luxurious, pyrotechnics- and severed-head-free version of Apocalypse Now.