Friends won’t shut up about the facials they’re getting in London. But no extraction! How can they even call it a facial?!
Look, this is not your typical squeeze-the-hell-out-of-every-pore New York facial. It’s an hour and fifteen minutes of massage—plus exfoliation with yogurt—that drains away lymphatic fluid.
You know I love feeling my lymphatic fluid drift away. But sans Concorde, how can I get one?
Luckily, England’s Jo Malone has set up shop at 949 Broadway (212-673-2220). Yes, it’s $180, but at least you don’t have to bother with the exchange rate.
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