Originally published on Tuesday, 20th May 2008
Everything changed when man invented fire. Sure it was for warmth and light and all that, but he wouldn’t have chucked a hunk of freshly-speared mammoth onto the barbie if he didn’t think there was something in it. I may enjoy a salad as much as the next gal, but there’s a time and place for all things. And for raw vegetables that’s usually as a side dish beside a slice of succulent, cooked animal.
It was with understandable trepidation, then, that I approached the concept of a ‘raw’ facial, imagining a high-speed collision with a deli counter that was not massively in my favour. You see, I rather like chemicals. Being of a verbose predisposition, I put my faith easily, happily, and a little blindly into science. So anything that sounds like pentopeptide-babble and ups the cost of my beauty regime is a-okay with me, because it simply MUST work. (I am indeed a salesperson’s dream.)
And yet here I sit, one honey face-mask, green tea toner, and warm, soothing milk compress later, with smooth, soft, and damn it, glowing skin. And nary a pentowhatsit in sight. This bodes worryingly for my upcoming raw food detox. The only thing worse than eating nothing but rabbit food is being proved wrong.
Raw Glow Live Facials
8 Motcomb Street SW1X 8JU,
0207 752 0652.
£85 for an hour.