During the summer I love camping—

Out at a cafe in Hollywood, observing artificially beautiful people in their natural environment, grazing on organic lattes and raw sugar pastries.

Armed with my MacBook and Paul Frank’s boss camping kit  — stuffed with over a buck-twenty-five in Urban Decay cosmetics — I dust on its included Baked Bronzer to camouflage in the fake-baked city, I slip on the kit’s limited-edition Paul Frank glammy glasses to go undetected.

If the natives get wild after realizing after somehow sensing I still use plastic grocery bags, I’ll toss XXX Shine Lip Gloss for them to chase and fight after while I get away.