Mac Eye Kohl Eye Liner. It’s pretty much the only piece of make up I wear.  I don’t know how to do any other look than a smoky eye, but really I don’t want much else, maybe some blush. I’m just trying to look like Patti Smith three hours after a show. So I’ll generally put it on on Friday night and by Sunday morning it’s bled into the perfect look. Rebecca, who does my make up on the show, is always rubbing it off. I don’t think she ever believes me when I say I’ve washed my face, but I swear I do. I mean…not often…but I do.

Burt’s Bees Chapstick. Not the honey, not the tinted, the peppermint.  It burns, that’s how I know it’s working.

Kombucha. Hi my name is Troian Bellisario, and I am a Kombucha-holic. 

Bumble and Bumble Beach Spray. I usually hate my hair. When I was younger it was enormous and frizzy and often decided to settle into a pyramid shape around my face, and now that I am older it just kind of frizzes out in odd unattractive angles. The only time I love my hair is when it’s dried after the beach. The salt makes it curl into a perfect mess. I feel so beautiful. But since I cannot be in the ocean everyday…this stuff is the next best thing.

Griffith Park. Nothing makes me happier than hiking in Griffith Park. When it rains it looks like you are walking through clouds and when the sun is setting and you can see the whole of Los Angeles, like an ocean of lights. It’s Heaven…there’s nowhere I would rather be (maybe New York or Paris, but lets be realistic.) I also have a massive obsession with nature. The more species of trees and flowers I can identify along the trails the happier I feel.

My Record Collection. There is nothing better than the warmth of analog. With all of the condensing and formatting of our music, we don’t realize what we are missing. Get your favorite song and play it on a record. It’s sounds like firewood, it’s breathy and human. We also are so inundated with music now that we forget to appreciate it. It is always in our ears, in the background of our car conversations, floating through the malls. When you listen to a record, it is a singular activity. You have to select the whole album, and put it on. You don’t listen to one hit single, you hear the progression of songs the way the artist intended. It’s a journey. I could not sound more pretentious right now, but this is important to me!

Photographer: Stephanie Vovas. Hair: Mark Townsend. Make Up: Kayleen McAdams. Manicurist: Debbie Leavitt. Fashion Director: Estee Stanley. Art Director: Frank Rust. Dress: Vintage. Knee highs: Prada. Shoes: Dior.