My esthetician, Andrea Brown, called it “the Madonna facial” for the celebrity who made it famous.
Depending
on which button Andrea pushed, serum was refreshingly atomized on my
skin, and the air plumped up the lines that had recently taken up
residence on my face.
There is no pain whatsoever, but it
tickled and made squeaky sounds like air coming out of a balloon.
Eighty minutes later, I looked like an “after picture.” My face looked
so refreshed and gravity-defying that I was in danger of getting
carded.
Andrea isn’t just a facialist, she’sa goddess put
here to convert spa non-believers into quivering piles of noodly
relaxation. Madonna may be rich, but she doesn’t have Andrea massaging
her hands and forearms, along with my perpetually sore cyclist’s
calves, into submission.
It’s highly recommended – all without whale music.
What: pure blue spa Where: Newport Beach Marriott Phone: 949.720.7903 Web: purebluspa.com