What happened when a hard-core skincare refusenik embarked on a gruelling moisturising, upliftiting and revitalising regime?
Spot the difference . . . Michael Hann, before and after his skincare blitz Photograph: Graham Turner
Nita Ladwa wants to know if I am relaxed. This should be an enjoyable experience, she tells me. Sadly, I am not yet carefree and drifting into the realms of bliss, even after extensive moisturising, the application of creams and masques, and the blasting of steam into my face to open my pores. I tell her I am not. But why, she wonders. So I tell her: "I really don't like being touched by strangers. Especially when I'm stripped to the waist and being photographed."
The Chelsea Day Spa in west London, where Nita offers "holistic therapies", is not a place I would normally visit. In fact, at £65 for an hour's treatment, let's be honest: I would never visit if I were expected to pay. Indeed, that a man would want to rub assorted creams and lotions into his face only baffles me – my idea of "skincare" has never before stretched beyond the twice-daily application of Imperial Leather and water. But here I am, sent by editors convinced that I will be won over to the cleanse-and-moisturise side by a treatment and a few samples.
Source: guardian.co.uk
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