HEALTH & BEAUTY

Originally published on Tuesday, 20 May 2008

Raw Deal

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.

by MaM

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