Whenever I tell someone that I'm a beauty editor living in New York, they have one of two reactions: They either expect my life to be like a scene from Sex and the City, or they say something along the lines of "Wow, I could never live there." I fall somewhere in between. While I do test lipsticks (and seemingly hundreds of types of products), nothing compares to swiping a red across your lips on the subway while tucked precariously close to someone's armpit to make you question the city you fell in love with.
