When we headed to Vogue House for a cup of tea with the Beauty Assistant at upmarket UK glossy Tatler, we were expecting somebody beautiful. What we didn’t expect was how lovely and polite Francesca White is in person too. A Sussex girl, Francesca moved to London to study Curating at Central St Martins and now lives in an adorable flat in the center of London, from where she fills her weekends with glamorous parties and Bikram classes. We couldn’t wait to find out a few industry secrets from this fellow beautista, and Francesca, you certainly didn’t disappoint! Read on and get the insider know-how for yourself too.
Sunday Brunch Spot:
The Providores on Marylebone High Street. Their menu is a brilliant mix of the weird and the wonderful, with things like Turkish eggs and miso porridge. Or Brindisa in Borough Market is great for people watching.
Bliss out treatment:
Definitely a facial.
A Hendricks G T with cucumber. And red wine - one of the few redeeming things about winter.
Saturday Night - Dancing till dawn or takeaway and a movie?
Definitely dancing. We celebrated New Years Eve at a friend’s house in Wales and spent hours throwing ourselves around a makeshift dance floor like lunatics. If that qualifies as dancing, I'd rather be doing that every week.
My Top Five Products on The Urban Retreat Beautique:
Tom Ford Jasmine Rouge Eau de Parfum - one of my all-time favourites. It's all warm and delicious-smelling and looks completely chic on the dressing table.
Paperself lashes have come to many a summer festival with me. No other make-up necessary.
Creme de la Mer cleansing fluid - Probably the prettiest cleansing oil out there and makes taking off makeup easy-peasy.
Diptyque Figuier candle - in my ideal world, I would have one of these burning in every single room in my flat.
Essie make the best nail polishes in the whole world. Ballet Slippers, Geranium, Fishnet Stockings and Wicked are all staples.
Favourite day of the week and why?
Sunday, of course. On no other day is it deemed acceptable to spend all morning over brunch or buried in the papers, hours pottering around shops selling impractical things that you will never buy, all afternoon roasting a chicken that you will eat in 20 minutes flat and using Monday morning as an excuse to drink yet more wine.
Top beauty tip:
Don't touch your eyebrows and leave anything involving a pair of tweezers to a professional. Clear mascara is also genius if your brows have a life of their own.
Top general health tip:
Walk wherever you can. And eat dark chocolate every afternoon. (I don't if this quite constitutes as a health tip but Tatler HQ is currently obsessed with Lindt dark chocolate with sea salt and we're all feeling great).
Desert island beauty item:
Nars Illuminator in Laguna. It's this awesome, golden fluid that makes everything just sort of glow. Even when you have no makeup on. I scrape the dregs out of every tube I get through.
Signature workday outfit:
It depends what I'm up to. With days in the office, there's normally a silk shirt involved, a pair of jeans or pencil skirt and eye-catching heels. If I'm out and about, then my black Chanel ballet flats usually make an appearance.
Do you feel the pressure to look immaculate every day?
I think I'd aspire to look pulled together regardless of the job I was doing. I wouldn’t feel as efficient if I rocked up in my pyjamas and a pair of Converse.
Favourite part of my job:
The people that you meet, from industry figures to celebrity faces that make you quite flustered (or perhaps that is just me). Writing a feature is rather fun too. Though having finished a piece is even better.
Three things to take you from desk to dance floor:
Some eye-catching, neon red lipstick, a little volume texturizing spray in my roots, and very, very high heels.
The last three things that I bought on my bank card:
Soya cappuccino from Kaffeine on Great Titchfield Street because they make the best coffee EVER, tickets to see King Charles perform in April and some ink cartridges for my new fountain pen. It is bright orange and makes everything I write look very grown up.
In my handbag:
Too much. A Pucci-print wallet, iPhone, Smythson crocodile diary, Anya Hindmarch makeup bag containing all the basics (including a much-loved Chanel lipstick, in desperate need of replacing); rabbit fur hat for cold walks into work, keys (hopefully), and all the magazines, papers and supplements that I have every intention of, and no time, to read.