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Just like establishing a democracy, tweezing is hard! We of pale skin, dark brows and tendency for ingrown hairs often self-mutilate while yanking at those hard-to-get, easy-to-see strands. So how ever did it take us this long to discover Shu Uemura's brilliant slanted tweezers ($30)? They're not pointy like our old favorites (by Rubis), so no painful poking, and the rough-edged steel on the inside of the grip means that once you grab hairs, they stay grabbed.
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Not a lot of hi-tech bells and whistles in Fresh's new Gloss Absolute, just lots of shine and hydration (thanks to shea butter, vitamin E, jojoba oil) and, of course, a lip plumper, because apparently we are all suffering from anorexic mouths. To us, a chubbifier, a wee bit of shimmer and some flavor equals junior high realness of the best kind. Of the three very sheer colors, berry-pink Dahlia is the most noticeable. But not, you know, in the head gear sense of the word.
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Serge Lutens loves him some musk. The renowned French fragrance-maker, who has compared the scent to skin, thankfully doesn't overdo it in the girly eau de parfum Santal Blanc ($89), one of his newest scents. So instead of going Christina Aguilera with your reveal, think Goldfrapp: provocative but a little demure. Other notes: cinnamon, fenugreek, jasmine and pink pepper. At Barneys New York.
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The whole colored liner trend for spring is cute, but for those of us who aren't wanting a fluoro-Technicolor Michael Alig kind of face, T. LeClerc's mellow new Fluid Eyeliner in Violet Magique (800-788-4731) is worth a look. A liquid liner with a little opalescence, you get a softer-looking line of smoky plum—and the stiff, pointy brush allows for the kind of self-control Michael could have really benefited from.
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In honor of the multicultural bridge-building represented by Ricky Martin's selfless helicopter tour of tsunami-devastated Sri Lanka, BD decided it was time to go uptown for an east-meets-west treatment at tony spa emporium Ajune. Synergistic Therapy ($175) is so named for its mix of British aromatherapy, Chinese acupressure, ancient Egyptian reflexology and lymphatic drainage, which originated, if you must know, in 1930's France. (Sadly, reading passages from the collected works of Andre Breton is not included). How did 90-minute session actually feel? Not quite like anything we've experienced on a massage table. There was some intensive pressing on our feet and head by staffer Yang, who specializes in the technique. Also a little bit along the spine, combined with gentler moments along the extremities, facial massage, and, not to be missed, a vigorous intestinal rub. The idea is to get the circulation pumping, clear congestion (nothing like a snout full of peppermint and eucalyptus oil for that), stimulate the colon and stop the puffifying retention of water. We can testify to all of the above, but can't quite confirm the additional claim to aid in the reduction of cellulite. (Damn.) That said, when it was over, we felt more profoundly relaxed than after most standard shiatsu or deep tissue work we've undergone. And we had to pee for days. We know this does nothing to help the children of Southeast Asia, but we bet Ricky Martin would have loved it.
Ajune
1294 Third Avenue
New York, NY 10021
212-628-0044
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