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FULL NAME Pixie Iris Santos AGE & DOB Twenty-Three; Dec. 1, 1991 HOMETOWN Laguna Hills, California CURRENT CITY London, England EDUCATION BS in Astronomy; USC OCCUPATION Model  FACEBOOK [ deleted ] TWITTER [ deleted ] INSTAGRAM @pixiestix ________________________________________ MOST  EMBARRASSING WAYS TO  DRINK  'WINE   BY   WIVES' 02/01/12 9:23 AM BY THE HUFFINGTON POST Serious oenophiles, you may want to avert your eyes. Everyone else, come along with us on a wine-drinking journey to the center of the earth. By "center of the earth" we mean a place so embarrassing, you'll hope no one on earth can actually see you. Wines By Wives is the celebrity wine club founded by "The Real Housewives of Orange County's" Gabriella Santos. Club members select which celebrity housewife they'd like to receive wine recommendations from (for some reason) and then once a month, their'll send you two bottles each of their chosen whites and reds. Wines By Wives is careful to note that they are the only celebrity wine club that donates a portion of their proceeds to charity, although to whom and how much still seem to be a little foggy. The club's website indicates that "Gabriella has chosen a Breast Cancer charity as her recipient organization." Now, we are all for discovering new wines, and we are also all for charitable donations through wine consumption. What we are decidedly not for are terrible, gaudy, overpriced wine accessories that make you look like a Martian wearing a "human woman who loves to drink wine" costume (although, kudos to anyone who figures that out for Halloween). In this spirit, we bring you 11 of the most embarrassing ways to drink wine, as furnished by Wines By Wives. #NYLONfw:   OUR   INTERVIEW WITH          PIXIE          SANTOS she talks fashion week, wardrobe  essentials + beauty routines on her way to jeremy scott. SEPTEMBER 11, 2014 One of our favorite models of the moment, hands down, is Pixie Santos. With campaigns for VS Pink, Adidas Originals by Jeremy Scott, and Mavi Jeans (not to mention a 609K+ following on Instagram) already under her belt, there's no doubt that this London-by-way-of-California model is going to do some major things — even more major than her massive Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue spread this year. So when we were given the opportunity to chat with Santos on her way from Modellounge x Microsoft to the Jeremy Scott spring/summer '15 show at Milk Studios, we jumped at the chance. After all, how else were we supposed to find out her beauty routine, fall wardrobe checklist, and fashion week surival tips? Here's what we learned from the nearly 23-year-old in the back of the Modellounge x Microsoft Lexus. FASHION WEEK HOW'S YOUR FASHION WEEK BEEN GOING? Actually really nice, really smooth. I'm only doing one show, Jeremy Scott, we're on our way, so the only stress I have is getting ready for the parties, so it's more fun than stress. It's been the opposite of the rest of my year. I'm usually really busy and flying everywhere. So fashion week for me is the opposite, because I actually can have time to sleep and relax, it's nice. WHAT HAS BEEN YOUR FAVORITE PIECE THAT YOU'VE SEEN FROM [JEREMY SCOTT'S NEW] COLLECTION? He has this really cool dress; it's got flaming skulls. And the shoes are amazing and there are some really nice bags as well. You know Jeremy, he's fun, so his clothes are really fun and you can't take them seriously — you have to have fun with them and just mix them. DO YOU WEAR JEREMY SCOTT? I have a bit of his stuff... His last collection for Moschino was amazing...I actually can't wait to see the next one! CLOTHES WHAT'S YOUR SIGNATURE MODEL-OFF-DUTY LOOK? Being born and raised in California, I don't really know how to dress for winter. I live in London now so I'm trying to adapt, but I still forget that I can't walk out of the house in shorts and a tank in the middle of January. The summer is easy, though, I like shorts, tops, crop tops, high-waisted shorts and jeans. I'm really normal — I just like it really simple, so jeans or shorts and sometimes in the summer, a really cute summer dress or skirt. I tend to go with black and white...sometimes I try to remember to get a color in there. WHAT'S YOUR FALL WARDROBE ESSENTIALS? A leather jacket and a pair of jeans. Depending where I'm going a pair of simple heels. AND WHO MAKES YOUR FAVORITE LEATHER JACKET? Balmain — remember that for my birthday! WHAT ABOUT JEANS? Rag & Bone, without a doubt. WHAT STYLES TO YOU GO FOR? Usually skinny jeans. Also, because I'm really slim, I love boyfriend jeans. They're so pretty! It was so hard to find [the ones I'm wearing now] because they just always fit so big on me. Actually this one [I'm wearing] is from Citizens of Humanity. But Rag & Bone makes, for sure, the best jeans. They have these amazing boyfriend jeans, but they're too big! BEAUTY CAN YOU GIVE US A RUNDOWN OF YOUR BEAUTY ESSENTIALS? My skin can get really weird sometimes — I break out sometimes, especially from hair products. So I use my dermatologist's products for some toning and just to make sure I don't break out. With moisturizing, I really like Embryolisse, and I really like the moisturizer Chanel makes because it really makes your skin glow. Makeup I still wear the same ones, like Rimmel. I curl my lashes, put on a little bit of blush. I always do the same makeup, it's just the one I like and I do it, it's quick, and looks good. With makeup, I feel like you should always glow. I don't really like a matte look, except for lips. I don't really like it when the skin looks matte — it needs a glow so it looks young and fresh. HOW DO YOU GET THAT GLOWING AFFECT? I usually mix foundation with my moisturizer and just cover up if I have a spot or any imperfections anywhere or if I have bags under the eyes. But I don't use much foundation. I'M SURE YOU DON'T GET A LOT OF SLEEP THROUGHOUT THE YEAR WHEN YOU'RE RUNNING THOUGH EVERYTHING. HOW DO YOU COVER UP THE DARK CIRCLES AND UNDER-EYE BAGS? During the day, I'll just leave them there because what else am I going to do? I try to cover it with foundation and hope that it works, but sometimes I just rock them...I just don't know. It's always something really hard to cover up and for me I don't even know how to cover them up without making me look heavy, so sometimes I'm just like "fuck it." HAVE YOU EVER PICKED UP ANY MAKE-UP TRICKS FROM ARTISTS ON SET? Yeah, you always see what they're doing so you're like, "Ah, okay so this is how they do it," but it's a lot different when you have to do it by yourself. I got really good at doing red lips on myself. SO WHAT'S THE TRICK WITH THAT? You just have to have a really steady hand and you really have to know your mouth and what corners to do. It really helps by contouring with a pencil before and then applying lipstick. So you really have to know your mouth. It also depends if you want something really polished or not. A red lip on me, because I have really big lips, I like it really polished and matte. DO YOU PUT TRANSLUCENT POWDER OVER THE COLOR? No, I never use any powder — I just try to use matte lipstick. I really love MAC Russian Red and it's matte so you don't need any powder. Also, you want it matte, but not dry. ANY HAIR CARE SECRETS? I'm really lucky with my hair. I just wash it with shampoo and conditioner, then let it air dry. 'REAL   HOUSEWIVES'   DAUGHTERS BUSTED FOR PUBLIC INTOXICATION 10/22/14 7:10 AM BY TMZ Pixie Santos -- the 22-year-old daughter of Gabriella Santos, who appears on "Real Housewives of Orange County" -- and Madelyn Holt -- the 22-year-old daughter of Charlotte Worthington-Holt, who appears on 'Real Houswives of New York' -- were arrested early yesterday morning for Public Intoxication and Disorderly Conduct.  Australian law enforcement sources tell us the pair -- who met during their sisterhood with Sigma Alpha Epsilon while attending USC -- had spent the evening partying with friends before taking to the night, posting their mostly harmless exploits on instagram -- which have since been deleted. It was when they broke into a burger joint in the early morning hours that the police were brought in.  Pixie blew a .14 -- which approaches double the legal limit -- and Madelyn blew nearly .12. Neither seemed to have damaged property so no chargers were pressed, but they were ordered to pay a fine of an undisclosed sum. Both girls were held sixteen hours until they were released into the care of Hunter Meckler, who has been tied to the Santos girl for some time.  FATHER, FIFTY-FOUR, OWNER & CEO OF EVE SPA'S  "A lot of people say my mother's cold, that she has no compassion. I remember once someone told me and my sister that our mother would sooner drown us both than lose her fame and fortune and I laughed. I actually laughed right in their faces. I said 'Yeah, you've never met my dad.' He's cold and calculating and I'm pretty sure his entire purpose in life is to make people miserable. I don't know why, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with his father being Satan.  Seems oddly fitting that my sister would be so taken by him. Daddy's little girl and all that. I don't know how she deals with it, maybe that's why she keeps ending up in such shitty relationships. 'Daddy Issues' to the core or something. Not that I don't love my father, because I do, but I just wouldn't pick him first if I were stranded on an Island. I'd probably pick him last, truth be told. God, now I sound like my mother.   Anyway, there's so many stories I could tell about dear ol' dad, but I think the one that sticks out the most is the time I caught him cheating. I've never talked about it with India or Damon, but I told my mom about it and her answer was simple: 'Don't talk about it.' So I never did. I don't know... sometimes I wonder if I'm the only person in the family that didn't know about it, y'know? My mom didn't seem shocked and his reaction was as if he didn't care if he got caught.   It was at his office of all places. How cliche is that? He owns these chains of organic spa's ( do not ask ) in California, New York, Texas, Florida... I think there's a few out of the country. I don't really remember where they're all at, but his office is in California, just outside of Santa Barbara. I guess he decided to make it there so he could cheat easier, who knows? Anyway, I went there for some reason or another, stride right in, open his office door and... was traumatized for life.   I saw my father's penis. Like actually saw it. I think I might have screamed. Not just an 'Oh my God!' or a gasp or anything like that. Oh no, I went with the ear piercing, shrill scream that had half the office running to the door because they thought Jason Voorhees was loose and hacking people up. So guess who else saw his penis? Everyone! I'm almost positive he fired everyone on the spot, but I was too mortified to stick around. My eyes darted to the woman on her knees and bolted.  If there's one thing to teach you how to knock, it's catching your father getting a blowjob from a blonde that looked like she was the same age as you. Which, considering I was sixteen at the time -- yeah, let's not think about the creep factor on that one. I'm sure she was older to be able to work in his office -- God, I hope she worked there -- but she looked like a teenager, which was seriously bad enough.  After I ran away, probably continuing to scream like some sort of deranged squirrel on crack, one of his employee's came and found me to 'talk it out.' Not my father, no, no, no. He didn't call me or text me or come hunt me down. He sent one of his errand boys to come find me. It was humiliating and not just for me -- this kid was probably a twenty-two year old business student interning for the summer and he had to come talk to his bosses hysterical teenage daughter about his affairs.   Well, 'talk' was used loosely here. Really what we did was sat in uncomfortable silence while he cleared his throat and fiddled with his phone, either texting someone or pretending to text someone so he didn't have to look at me. I just sat there. My arms crossed over my chest, staring at the uncomfortable heels I had kicked off in my temper tantrum. I couldn't even remember the exact reason I was there anymore. I was just angry.   Eventually the intern, whose name I never learned, pat me on the shoulder and said something like 'Shit happens, huh?' and walked away. Shit. Happens. That was the awesome consoling I got. Oh wait, there was the awkward shoulder pat that screamed 'please don't start crying or screaming or make me hug you.' To this day I'm not sure if walking in on my dad was more awkward than having to sit awkwardly next to someone trying to console me about walking in on him.   I ratted him out to my mom, she told me not to talk about it and so I never talked about it. I didn't tell my siblings, I didn't talk about it with my friends -- because really, they were all total gossips and would tell their mom's -- and I most certainly didn't talk about it with my dad. The first time he saw me after the fact, he just scrunched up his face like he stepped in dog poo and said 'What's wrong with you?' like I was a psycho for not forgiving him immediately.   We didn't talk the rest of the summer, but like everyone else, I somehow ended up forgiving him. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that we didn't have a particularly close relationship to begin with so not talking to him was... kind of normal. The only thing I was missing out on was the occasional 'good morning' grunt he might have thrown my way. And I so didn't want to hear him grunt ever again. Ew." MOTHER, FORTY-FIVE, REALITY STAR  "You know how when you're little, you're just so innocent and unsuspecting that whenever you look at your parents, you're just like... 'Wow, they are so cool. I can't wait to be like them.' Because obviously what you see is the whole truth, right? Why would they ever lie to you? Or better yet, why would they lie to each other? To the world? To themselves? I could replay every single moment of the day I became disenchanted by her and realized that she was an actual human being. I could tell you the exact shade of lipstick on her lips and the perfume she wore.   I was fifteen, almost sixteen, and I had brought over friends to get ready for homecoming. She loved it because she got the opportunity to show everyone around how cool of a mom she was. Not just that, but it gave her an excuse to gossip with their mom's, gossip with them about their mom's, get the latest scoop on any gossip we may have picked up anywhere along the way. God, it was annoying, but I loved every minute of it.  I loved hearing about my friend's mother going crazy when her husband had an affair. I loved the way my mom clicked her tongue and frowned in that way that made everyone believe she was truly sympathetic, hugging my friend and dabbing the mascara that had begun to smear under her eyes. 'There, there, honey,' she'd mutter, flashing a winning smile, 'You can't fault your dear mother for her actions. Learn from her mistakes -- a woman's greatest weapon is what's between her legs and if you start letting your heart get involved, you'll end up like Mrs. Wallace, hunting for husband number five at any old dive.'  Even in her thirties, my mother was a mean girl. I knew she would walk out of my room and immediately pick up the phone to tell everyone else the news. Looking back on it, I kind of hate her for it. How dare she make my friends rat out their own families? How dare she teach teenage girls that sex was the answer to everything? But, of course, I didn't care at the time. I'd like to say that it was that sage piece of advice that did me in, but oh no. Of course not. Teenage me was too dumb for that.   By the time we were ready to leave, I was beginning to get suspicious of the look my mother kept giving me and the way she fawned over India and her new boyfriend. It was almost motherly, almost, but mostly it was disappointment and I couldn't figure out why. It made me nervous. My fingers kept smoothing out my dress, twisting my hair, my teeth chewing on my lip until I had to reapply. My date was late, my mother was acting weird, and India's stupid boyfriend looked so high I wanted to ask my parents why they would let her leave the house with the idiot. But he had a last name you didn't question... so I didn't.  Fast forward another twenty minutes and if this were a movie, there would probably be a close-up of my face as I went from nervous to excited at the sound of the doorbell to completely crushed when I realized the man on the other side was a face I recognized, but not one I wanted to go to a dance with. Not the boy I wanted to go to a dance with. I should have known then that this was her fault. She was grinning ear to ear and Jackson looked as comfortable as can be.  I think I actually might have hated her. For awhile, anyway. It took weeks of my ignoring her and ignoring him for my mom to come around. He hadn't returned any of my texts of calls, his mother told me he wasn't home every time I paid him a surprise visit. By Christmas break he had moved. I snapped and my mom confessed. 'He wasn't good enough,' she cooed, 'Did you see where he lived? Why can't you date a boy from a good home? Don't worry, he understood. I paid them very handsomely to get out of our lives.'  He took the money and left without ever speaking to me again.  I almost want to ask how much she paid them. I want to know how much I'm worth in her eyes, but I couldn't bring myself to speak to her. Not for awhile. We smiled and played family through the annual gala, but otherwise she did a good job of condemning her freshly sixteen year old daughter to being the 'bad' daughter in everyone's eyes. I was almost jealous of the way people fawned over my sister. She had a perfect boyfriend with a name and everyone's blessing. I hated it. I hated her, I hated her boyfriend. God, I hated everyone.  But when winter formal came, I went with Jackson. When prom came, I went with Jackson. When I went to fundraisers or public events, I went with Jackson. After a cold Christmas, I learned my lesson and worked to get back in my mother's good graces. I'm not really sure when I went from acting like a good little daughter to actually forgiving her, but I estimate it was sometime between realizing I was never going to see my ex-boyfriend again and realizing that Jackson was a really good kisser.   Once I forgave her, everything became much easier to deal with. She was impoerfect and I struggled to understand why she did certain things, why she was so analytical about life and love, why she didn't seem to have any compassion for anyone, but I think in her own ways, she loves us so that's all that really matters. I don't worship her anymore, but she's beautiful and famous so I really wish I could be more like her."  BROTHER, TWENTY-FIVE(?), STUDENT  "My brother's real name is Legolas Spartacus Santos."  SISTER, TWENTY-TWO, VOLUNTEER  "When me and India were little, we were practically inseparable. She was like barely over a year younger than me, we're almost nothing alike, but when we were little, our mother thought it was okay to treat us like we were twins. I'm almost shocked she didn't name her Fairy. Ha. Anyway, We were actually really close. When I started Kindergarten, she screamed about it. She wanted to go to and pre-K was a totally different school and how dare they try to split us up.   We obviously got over it pretty quickly. We made friends, but we were always closest to one another. It wasn't until probably... middle school, I guess, that we stopped being as close. I don't really know why, maybe we just started growing up and going off in different directions. She was always a daddy's girl and I was always momma's favorite. Well... as much of a favorite as either of us could have been when you're competing against Damon -- he was the real favorite.   Middle school was around the time I started hanging out with Poppy and India started hanging out with Percy. It wasn't as if we couldn't all hang out, we just... didn't. We were different social circles, I guess. I was in the one where me and my friends were twelve and begging our parents to let us go to Italy for the summer and India was in the social circle of... something else. I think I kind of lost interest in her life for awhile there It's not like it was intentional, I was just so wrapped up in everything going on in my life that I couldn't remember to keep up with hers.   Though I tried to, when I mattered, even if she didn't realize it. I was always attentive to the fact that even when she got her first boyfriend, she was still looking over at Percy. Percy, playing with his cameras, was completely oblivious, I think. Or maybe not. I never really asked. I was also there to listen when said boyfriend broke her heart. I was there to listen when Percy got a girlfriend and didn't spend as much time with her. I was there when Henry came into the picture, I may have been wrapped up in my own life, but we were still sisters.   When Jackson came into the picture, I remember being so angry with her. She was getting so much attention for having such a perfect boyfriend, one that everyone wanted her to marry and be with forever, one that our mother approved of -- and here I was with this guy that wasn't my boyfriend, doing everything to get our mother's approval, even if it broke my heart and she still got all the attention. I think I might have hated her every single time I saw her with Henry out of pure jealousy. Not because I wanted him, but because I wanted the attention and the love.  I forgave her when I realized how bad Henry was for her, though. Which sounds way more selfish than it is... I hope. I only mean that I felt crazy guilty for ever being angry at her for having the 'perfect' relationship because it wasn't perfect, at all. How could I be mad at her for having something she never really had, y'know? I felt bad because I never saw the signs. He was always temperamental, but so was she. I remember the explosive arguments they would have, the doors that were slammed and the tears that were shed, but I never anticipated that it would be physically violent. She didn't deserve that.   Even if sometimes I genuinely think something might be wrong with her. I dunno, I just think something's off. Maybe it's because she learned from our father how to behave or maybe it's because he was so closed off and she's too emotional for that or maybe she's just not sure what to do with her. I'm not a shrink, I can't tell you what it is, but sometimes she drives me insane. I want to make her understand that the things she says and does don't always make sense, but she doesn't understand that.   She's the type of girl that will let a boy treat her terribly and then go back to them under the guise of 'well at least he's good in bed!' and never understand how sad that is to hear. It doesn't make it any better that she's so desperate for love an attention, y'know? She'll say she's just having fun and having sex with boys, but the next thing you know, she's falling in love with them and struggling to remember that sex isn't love.   I'm pretty sure I'm just going to make her an okCupid profile and find her a boyfriend myself. Like that episode of the Big Bang Theory where they find Sheldon the perfect girlfriend. India will be my Sheldon and I'll find her a boyfriend that's not psycho and is actually worth her time, but can also put up with her special brand of crazy." ________________________________________ YOUR NAME rae PLAY-BY sara sampaio MEMBER GROUP famous