Every time I decide to indulge and visit a spa, I book a massage. And after every visit I tell myself that next time I’ll book a facial — my skin desperately needs it. But nonetheless, time and again, I find myself booking a massage instead. I’m paranoid about people irritating my skin, I’m not particularly enthused about extractions (too painful!), and despite what I know to be the incredible effects of facials (I am, of course, encouraged by the thought of a youthful, glowing complexion), I just never manage to make it over the hump to book myself some much needed skin care.
Well, this was the day that my facial-free streak ended.
I landed at LAX with a stretch of day ahead of me to fill as I pleased; my boyfriend was booked with work meetings before our weekend of fun in LA together commenced.
I had heard about Face Place before — famous for their killer great facials (hence the name — this isn’t just a spa with a smattering of services, this is a place for your face,and your face only) — and adored by celebs. I determined that if I was going to get a facial, this was the place to do it.
