Beauty Travelogue: Beijing

Chinese women are famous for their ageless skin and healthy hair. We go on a search for their hidden secrets.

By Katie Connor

Feb 22, 2012

Billy Rood

Chinese women are famous for their ageless skin and healthy hair. We go on a search for their hidden secrets.

Billy Rood

Beijing Beauty

My thing for Beijing started during the 2008 Summer Olympics. The Bird's Nest! The Water Cube! Since China opened to foreign markets in the late '70s, worlds have collided — East and West, old and new. Beijingers (19 million and counting) are abandoning the dusty brands of yore in favor of newfound luxury. (Alexander McQueen and Dior recently opened flagships here.) Still, they take the whole "beauty from within" thing literally. Traditional Chinese medicine says that our internal energy — or qi — controls how we look. Got acne? Graying hair? Heat your qi up, cool it down, massage it, and you're fixed! Before the West wins the capital city over entirely, I set out to uncover its glorious origins. Mao's sweet crib, the Forbidden City.

Chen Man

Mysterious Skin

That whole scandal about the Chinese gymnasts being underage — I get it. I find it impossible to guess women's ages here. For millennia, they've been prepping, priming, and whitening their skin, and it shows. From the time of the Qing dynasty to the late 1980s, women relied on homemade remedies like pore-refining masks of egg whites and pearl powder. Now they favor the same pricey imports we use. But their results seem so much better! Something doesn't add up. A quick online search, and I discover that the domestically made Chinese lotion Friendship Cream still has a following. I present an image of it to locals as if it were a flier for a missing cat (Have you seen this cream?). They laugh and refer me to Taobao, China's version of eBay. At a drugstore, the salesclerk is so offended she shoos me down the block. There, I find an elderly man selling the cream, along with tins of snake oils and tiger balms, for less than a dollar atop a cardboard box. I buy one of each. So what if no one under 40 uses them here? Their grandmas did — still do — and they look great. Long Live the Motherland Beijing, Chen Man, 2009.

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Color Story

I relay my quest for local beauty brands to artist-photographer Chen Man. "They're like panda bears," she explains. "There used to be a lot, now there's a small reserve." Born in Beijing in 1980, Chen Man is part of China's One-Child generation whose world was rocked by the nation's economic shifts. "We used to use hand soap to wash our hair," she recalls. "Something as simple as shampoo was hard to find." Grabbing her iPhone, she shows me a school picture of her, white-faced and red-cheeked like a Chinese opera star — that was all she knew of makeup as a kid. Now she's debuting her own line for MAC Cosmetics in the U.S. this month. The yin-yang palettes and hypercolor lipsticks speak to Beijingers' burgeoning appreciation for a bright eye and bold lip. But they also, Chen Man tells me, have a deep spiritual side.

Courtesy of Mac Cosmetics

Chinese Ideal

The pinks and blues represent love and water, respectively — or what Chen Man considers the origins of life. "Our bodies are a microcosm of the universe, and that can be reflected on our faces," she says, echoing a tenet of Chinese philosophy. Hmm, that seems like a lot to ask from my morning makeup routine. But then, at 31, Chen Man has the face of a 16-year-old. I resolve to be more Zen with my palettes. The Chinese ideal: pale, white skin; a pronounced nose; and a soft, round jawline.