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WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF
🩷Oddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus
Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, “you’re mine”, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries
Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, “I won’t get on my knees for no man”
Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes
Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be”, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal
Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties
Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi
Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple
Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, “until death do us part”, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history
Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, açaí bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, “it is what it is”, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas
Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City
Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, “fuck it”, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school
Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies
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Your Rights to Wear a Mask in Public in Nassau County - Published Aug 14, 2024
Follow the link to help or take action!
Politicians across the country, including Governor Kathy Hochul and Mayor Eric Adams, have voiced support for enacting mask bans under the guise of stopping crime. On Long Island, Nassau County has already enacted a broad, overreaching mask ban. This comes as COVID-19 continues to surge and protestors face continued, unrelenting doxxing and targeted surveillance.
Here’s what you need to know.
Are there mask bans currently in effect in New York State? Nassau County’s “Mask Transparency Act” was signed into law on August 14, 2024 and went into effect immediately. Ballston Spa, a village near Albany, has passed its own mask ban targeting protestors. It remains legal to wear a mask or other face covering elsewhere in New York State.
Mayor Eric Adams and Governor Kathy Hochul have both publicly expressed support for enacting mask bans, and New York Assemblymember Jeffrey Dinowitz introduced a statewide mask ban in May, but the bill has not yet proceeded through the legislature and is not in effect.
What types of face coverings or masks will be affected by this law? Nassau County’s mask ban language is vague and does not differentiate between medical masks like N95s, KN95s and surgical masks, and other types of masks or “facial coverings” including niqabs, burqas, wrapping a scarf or bandana around your face, and costume masks.
What is the penalty if I am arrested for wearing a mask? Violating Nassau County’s mask ban is considered a misdemeanor, and those arrested can be subject to a $1,000 fine, one year imprisonment, or both.
Is there an age restriction in the Nassau County mask ban? No, a person wearing a mask or other face covering of any age, including children, can be charged with a violation of Nassau County’s mask ban.
Can I be stopped by a police officer just because I am wearing a mask? In Nassau County, yes.
Officers are supposed to have “reasonable suspicion” that you are engaging in, or intend to engage in, criminal activity in order to stop you. However, Nassau may try to apply this broadly to include wearing a mask while driving, wearing a mask while gathering in a public place – such as a bus stop, block party, or protest – or knowingly allowing or helping people who are masked to gather in a public place.
Do I have to remove my face covering if an officer asks me to? Police cannot force you to take off your mask unless you are stopped in a vehicle or they have reasonable suspicion that you are engaging in or intend to engage in a criminal activity in Nassau County.
Can I be arrested just for wearing a mask in Nassau? Law enforcement officers need probable cause to arrest you – meaning they must have solid evidence based on objective circumstances that you have committed, are committing, or are about to commit a crime. However, Nassau’s broad bill language could allow police to interpret probable cause to include something as banal as wearing a mask while gathering in a public place – such as a bus stop, block party, or protest – or knowingly allowing or helping people who are masked to gather in a public place.
Are there exceptions for people wearing masks for health or religious purposes? Yes. The Nassau legislation states that it:
“…shall not apply to facial coverings worn to protect the health or safety of the wearer, for religious or cultural purposes, or for the peaceful celebration of a holiday or similar religious or cultural event for which the wearing of masks or facial coverings are customarily worn.”
The “health and safety” exception applies only to those who are masking to protect their own health and safety, and does not apply to those who wear a mask solely to protect others. For example, someone who wears a mask for the sole purpose of protecting a family member who is immunocompromised from exposure to illness is not legally permitted to wear a mask in public under Nassau County’s mask ban. It also doesn’t allow those who are sick – with a cold or flu, for example – and may be contagious to wear a mask to protect others and prevent the spread of illness.
Law enforcement must respect the religious practices of everyone they come into contact with. If you wear a niqab or burqua, you should not be required to remove your religious garb unless absolutely necessary – for instance, should you be arrested, law enforcement can mandate your face is unencumbered if your photograph must be taken. If you are made to remove your niqab or burqa, you can request that you be able to do so in a private room with female officers, and where male officers are not present. Currently, Nassau County does not have codified policies governing how law enforcement must engage with people wearing religious garments such as niqabs and burqas, and decisions about religious head and face coverings are left to the discretion of the police department and sheriff’s office.
Do I have to prove my religious or health reasons for wearing a facial covering to law enforcement? No. Law enforcement cannot make you provide a doctor’s note proving your health reasons for wearing a mask, nor force you to disclose private health information.
They also cannot make you provide evidence of your religious affiliation or religious practices.
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Chapter One:
The Only Living Boy In New York
"Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world."
~Marilyn Monroe
Song: Manhattan by Ella Fitzgerald & Buddy Bregman
Present day.
The perfect ringlets that form naturally at the ends of Harry's hair, which were there this morning, have metamorphosed into effortless beachy waves most people envy. The usual result from Manhattan humidity and overly fussing about with his fingers. It's a shampoo commercial moment as it falls against his back.
Harry squeezes the bridge of his nose, a temporary relief from sinus pressure. "Are we done?" he asks with his eyes closed.
He wonders if Zayn would notice if he took a kip on the chaise by the toilets.
“Never,” Zayn responds whilst his nimble fingers sort through a display of Celine totes.
He would.
To Zayn's dismay, Harry's met his limit of consumerism for the day. He typically loves to shop; specifically when it's time to restock his art studio. Although, he's accustomed to leisurely drifting in and out of thrift shops and vintage boutiques. He allows clothing and accessories to find him. This… this has been an Olympic event. Zayn warned him beforehand that his rookie status wouldn't be tolerated today.
After an extensive marathon of pampering and excess, Harry's eager to go home and decompress from their shopping extravaganza. He loves Zayn fiercely, but Harry's borderline fatigued. This is the sixth or tenth store they've been to; he's lost count. Each one, serving a different purpose. Zayn had to explain this to him, like he did at the last three stores.
"This isn't one of your nifty thrifty's, darling. There's no one-stop shop for all our needs. Well, maybe Bergdorf's."
A crash course in fashion's utility as such has been mentally and physically strenuous. If they’d concluded this field trip after facials at the spa and mimosa brunch, Harry’d be in complete nirvana.
However, the tranquil mood a much needed massage had granted him has now been replaced with extreme tension in his muscles. His sciatica keeps jolting his nerves into spasm and his toes are most definitely numb. He would've worn trainers instead of his beloved boots if he knew it was going to be this intense.
"It costs a lot to be this beautiful," Zayn throws some more fortune cookie wisdom his way as he picks up a Louis Vuitton bum bag.
"I lost my soul somewhere between Mercer and Broome," he responds dryly.
"We can't all be as cool as you."
“Matt got this shirt for me in Tokyo,” Harry tugs at the end of a vintage Queen t-shirt from the eighties.
Zayn looks up at him and smiles softly. “He had the best finds. I know it's sentimental, but I also know for a fact that Matt would've told you to buy whatever the fuck you please after selling out your first exhibition. This is a triumph for you. You're allowed.”
"I've bought some things since then."
"Interior design excluded." Zayn's mouth twitches.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry concedes. "So, what's on the menu here?"
There's no other option than to swim with the current force that is Zayn.
He looks at Harry, contemplating his wardrobe journey. "This place has phenomenal denim…" He holds his hands in the air, scanning the store, like a director setting up their next frame. "Thinking of some new washes. You'd look fabulous in a mid-blue rinse." Zayn turns back to him and tilts his head. "There are other colors besides black."
"What's wrong with black jeans?"
"Nothing. Doesn't mean you have to wear them every day. You're not Superman."
Harry arches an eyebrow. "Aren't I?"
Zayn ignores him while admiring a Givenchy satchel. He adjusts the collar on his gorgeous Alexander McQueen gunmetal leather jacket. It's not nearly cold enough yet for the biker chic inspired hide, but as he declared before they left Harry's flat, “We must suffer for fashion the same way we do for art."
Zayn glances over at him. "I do adore your vintage, starving artist tees and ripped jeans." He offers some reassurance. "Even though you could do with a little glam rock." Though he often makes fun, Zayn's admitted in the past he approves of Harry's style choices. No matter how eccentric they are. His eyes land on Harry's boots. "Starting with those."
Harry looks down at the worn out brown leather boots he found at one of the first thrift shops he visited in the city. He treasures them. They've given him so many miles. He'll never part with them.
He looks back up. "No."
“Veronica!” Zayn calls out and, like a best laid plan, a tall sales associate appears with silky raven tresses styled into a long bob haircut. Veronica approaches them wearing a stunning bordeaux Bowie inspired jumpsuit. Lipstick the same shade. It captures Harry's eye instantly.
She walks over and magically produces a large box with the Saint Laurent Paris logo printed onto it. Ignoring the box, Harry scans the details of Veronica's ensemble as he admires her whole look.
Zayn catches Harry's eye and asks, "Who makes this?" As he brushes a finger over the fabric of her sleeve.
"Custom," Veronica responds vaguely.
It's unique and Harry can understand her discretion.
"H, you'll sympathize as an artist. When anything innovative or gorgeous as this is mass produced, it usually turns to shit. There's something about a piece being one of a kind that's priceless."
Veronica nods her head once.
"I wouldn't share either." Zayn nods back and brings the focus back to Harry, who automatically shakes his head at the box he's holding.
Zayn clears his throat, ignoring his stubbornness and signals for the big reveal. Veronica lifts the lid and Harry swears a little golden light appears, leaving a glow shining from the box.
Zayn tilts the box closer to him for the full effect. "Harry, let me introduce you to your new friend, Chelsea."
He holds up the gorgeous, buttery tan suede heeled boots. "Classic and a forever staple."
"My mother, grandmothers, and aunts all passed down their retail D.N.A. to me. These," he gestures to the boots, "are an investment." Zayn imparts some more wisdom.
Harry ignores his rising heart rate and briefly hesitates. Inevitably he gives in, running his fingers along the soft leather. The sensation is divine and smells heady in the best way possible. Boots have always been his weakness. He succumbs.
"Fine," he says like it's an imposition and grabs the boots.
He sits down to try them on and takes off his old boots while placing the faded leather comrades next to a plush chair beside him. He's wearing his Hello Kitty socks today.
"Precious," Veronica comments and walks away towards another customer who's borderline distressed.
Song: Get On Your Boots by U2
Harry meticulously takes out all of the cardboard and packing paper. The boots slip on like a second skin. He stands up, beaming.
"Yeah. Thought so," he smirks. Zayn's super hero sixth sense always prevails. He knew Harry would eventually buckle for the gorgeous footwear.
Harry spins around in front of the mirror and does a little jig with his toes pointed.
Zayn shakes his head as he walks away. "I'm going to look for some jeans."
Harry gives him a salute and walks around the store, enjoying the boots that have already changed his life a little bit. They even have a slight heel. The soles produce a satisfying clacking sound against the stone floor as he strolls back to his old boots. They look so sad, slouching against the chair, out of shape and worn with holes. Harry frowns and picks them up. He knows it's corny but, "Still love you the best. Thank you for taking me where I needed to be," he says quietly.
Someone within his ear shot snorts, and he gently drops the boots. Harry looks up slightly embarrassed.
☆ This was definitely more than a snippet. A snip deluxe. I'd love to one day finish this fic I started seven years ago. All the inspo to my fellow writers and creators who have started something and life has gotten in the way or time is not of the essence. I empathize and relate on all levels.
Shout out to my Beta, Lau @nyxdaughterofkhaos , nothing but love and respect!!! Looking forward to continuing this journey with you ❤️
As always, if anyone has any art to share.
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Thing of the Past- [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch7 (Hard Feelings Part 4)
SUMMARY: You can't avoid it any longer: Five has to meet your parents. It goes more wrong than you could possibly imagine, spiralling to bring up secrets he'd rather stay buried.
⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine- Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven/Epilogue
Can the French countryside and good wine offer Five some respite?
Chapter contains some era appropriate deadnaming of Viktor.
⚠️Please heed content warning⚠️
Chapter 7: Therapy
You had checked in utilizing your very broken French. While Five is a polygot, French is, surprisingly, not in his repertoire beyond the basics. The check-in clerk had taken pity on you and switched to English as soon as the conversation became too advanced for your paltry (though valiantly applied) vocabulary.
Five wears a cleanly styled linen suit over a t-shirt yet is already too hot. You fare slightly better in a kaftan sundress. Back in New York, after Lila brought him back, him putting on this outfit had been the thing to convince you that he really was coming. You hadn't needed his apologies: you'd forgiven him even as you stared into the empty shower.
Now, you’re sitting together on the honeymoon suite’s terrace, looking out on the kitchen-garden nearest to you and fields of lavender, vine and olive-tree stretching off into the hills. The air is balmy and the herbal smell of the surrounding country seems to drift and play on the breeze, carrying sweet lark song along with it.
Turning his face to the sun and stretching out like a cat, he fans himself with a new panama hat.
“I gotta say, if I’m going to have a breakdown, I really couldn’t choose a better place.”
You squeeze his hand and pour him another glass of champagne.
“Well, here we are. We take things at your pace.”
He pulls his sunglasses down.
“How’s this for a plan,” he says, crossing his legs and reclining further in the sun lounger, “First, we go to the spa. Maybe go for a schvitz, then cool off in the Kneipp basins, then we get you a facial or a massage and I’ll have a jet shower, (think I’ll leave anything that involves being touched by a stranger for a few days), then we have dinner, maybe order some wine, then some more wine. And then I’ll get fucked up beyond all recognition, take you to bed and see if I can't throw a quick fuck into you without crying.”
He's trying to style it out with self-deprecation, downing the whole glass of champagne in one.
“You had me until the last part,” you smile. This is a little worrying. His hand feels fragile under yours, old somehow.
“That was just a rough sketch. We’ll iron out the kinks as we go.”
“No massage or facial for me today. Maybe we’ll get a couples one later if you feel up to it. But everything we do, we do together. If you’re getting fucked up, I’m getting fucked up. If you fuck me and cry, I fuck you and we cry together. You get me?”
He grins shakily, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing it with the gratitude he can't speak.
The resort is beautiful, nestled between mountain ranges in the countryside of Southern France. The buildings are rustic and airy; exposed beams running between traditional cobble-stone walls. Inside the floors are wood or stone-tile; the inner walls are covered in simple, light plaster and occasional half-wainscoting. Thin curtains flank the windows within and wooden shutters without. Inside stays blessedly cool, while the sun almost cracks the flags on the terraces and beats down on the vines, sweetening the growing fruit.
As the afternoon wore on, Five had relaxed, even kissing you in the steam room once it was deserted. He’d scooted along the wooden ledge like a boy edging towards his crush, smiling sheepishly. Slowly, he moved his tilted face towards yours. You’d stayed still, letting him test his own boundaries. His eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back again, only closing his eyes when the sides of your noses touched. He’d stayed like that for a moment before, fraction-inch by fraction-inch, he closed the gap between your mouths.
His first touch was gentle: a tender but close-mouthed press to the corner of your lips. The second was the same but to your cupid’s bow. His breath had quivered across your lips and his hands gripped the bench beneath him as he opened his mouth slightly. When he had taken your lower lip between both of his, you could feel him tremble.
Eventually, haltingly, he’d deepened the kiss and you’d allowed your lips to match his tender siege. When you’d broken apart, (quickly, for fear of discovery), there had been a familiar glint in his eye that you were happy, if surprised, to see. He looked on the verge of suggesting you head back to your suite right away but something had shifted inside him and he’d looked away instead, smiling guiltily and rubbing his neck a little.
At dinner, you get through a bottle of wine between you before the appetizers even arrive. By the time they do, you’re both extremely giggly. Five's laughter verges on the unhinged at times but you're glad to see him acting this close to happy
“They are never going to accept American bookings ever again.”
He snickers, “Well we gotta keep up our international reputation as obnoxious assholes. GARCON?!” he raises his hand and voice to a passing waiter.
“FIVE!” you hiss, embarrassed but amused.
He orders you another bottle of the wine from the unamused waiter.
"Désolé monsieur, mon mari..." you search for the appropriate phrase and the waiter smiles.
"C'est bon, madame. He is having too much..." he eyes the empty wine bottle, "fun?"
"Oui," you grin and Five nods emphatically at this description.
By the time the main courses arrive, you’re on bottle three.
“Can I try your steak?”
“Nope.” he says, through a mouthful.
“What, asshole, not going to let your wife try a bit of your dinner?”
“Nope.”
“You tried mine!”
“You offered. I didn’t.”
“What happened to ‘what’s mine is yours’?”
“Don’t remember vowing that one.”
“Fine. Be like that.”
You reach across the table and stab your fork at his beef, successfully spearing a bit. His fork attacks yours, knocking the meat back onto his plate.
“I’ve killed with a fork and I can do it again!” he threatens, laughingly. A woman at the next table gives you a disapproving look.
“I think we should skip dessert." you say, laughing guiltily, "We’re embarrassing ourselves.”
That’s what you end up doing, taking the last third of the final bottle of wine up to your suite.
You flop down on one of the couches by the artistically distressed fireplace and light the huge candle in place of a fire. On the other side of the chimney breast is your pristine bed, spread with crisp white sheets.
Five pours you both another generous glass of wine.
“Salud, dearest.”
You clink and return the salutation. He drinks deeply. He’s had more than you and your head is already swimming.
“I could asp-bolutely go for a massage tomorrow,” he slurs.
“Eh. Don’t push yourself too hard.”
“I’m coming all the way here and not taking advantage of it all. My back’s tight as all shit.”
“Well…there’s no rush. We can stay as long as we want.”
He waves the hand holding his glass airily, sloshing the wine onto his pants.
“Ah shit.”
You cross to the bathroom unsteadily and return with a hand towel, kneeling beside him and dabbing at his thigh. As you feel the wine soak through the towel, you sense him trying to draw your eye. As you meet his gaze, he grabs your wrist, leans towards you and kisses you fiercely. When you respond, he tugs your wrist towards his crotch, encouraging you to palm the growing erection between his legs.
You turn away, moving your hand away from him by an inch or so. He kisses your neck feverishly.
“Five, are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Yes,” his voice is breathy, his nose nuzzles you a little too hard, a little too desperate, “Call it therapy.”
“Five."
His kisses are getting sloppy. He breathes you in, one hand still on yours, manipulating your hand again to knead his crotch. His other arm pulls you forward.
"No."
“Mmmphh?” he’s not paying attention, grinding his hips into your palm.
“I said No!”
First you push him and then he pulls himself away like he’s just received an electric shock. All the colour drains from his face and then floods back. The shame and fear flare in his eyes- he looks on the point of, blinking, running, hurting himself or who knows what, so you grab his upper arms.
“No. No. Don’t worry. It’s fine. You’re drunk. We’re both drunk. I don’t think this is right for you. That’s why I said no. Not because you were doing anything bad. Ok?”
His eyes dart around the floor. He doesn’t seem to be listening.
“Tell me you get it?” you say, shaking him, “You just didn’t hear me. Don’t fall into blaming yourself. It’s not your fault.”
You pull him down so he lies against your stomach, his wet pants sticking to his legs. He resists at first but then accedes, letting you hold him as you continue to whisper:
“Not your fault. It's Ok. Not your fault.”
You rock him gently, stroking his hair. After a few minutes of silence on his end, you think you’re finally getting through to him. Soon, he whispers:
“Can I…tell you about it?”
“Of course. I might not always know what to say, but I can listen.”
He doesn’t say anything for a long few minutes. You don’t prompt him. It’s like you can feel the whirring in the head beneath your fingers. Finally, he speaks.
“I liked it.”
“Ok.” You keep your voice neutral. He needs to lead this.
“After the first time, whenever she’d touch me, I’d get hard. Like my dick was Pavlov’s fucking dogs.”
He falls into silence as you flounder, out of your depth.
“That must have been-"
“-I feel like a fraud using the word ‘rape’ about it. Because…No, I didn’t like it, but I undressed myself and then I’d let her...and every time, I’d get hard and I’d come and it felt good.”
You stroke his head, massaging your fingers into his scalp. You hope your touch is enough to reassure him of your acceptance and empathy.
“My whole life I’ve been at the mercy of whatever my body wants. Eating cockroaches when the hunger got so bad it hurt, coming whenever The Handler told me I could, craving sugar and jerking off 24/7 when I was going through puberty- both times.
“Like your body keeps betraying you?”
“Exactly.”
“But that’s what bodies do, right?”
“Huh?”
You fucked up already trying to just listen and you’re too smashed to convey ideas eloquently.
“Never mind. I just mean, bodies are ph-physio-logical, right?" You're not sure the six-syllable word came out okay but he hangs on your words nevertheless.
"Bodies just react to stuff. Your dick got hard because that’s what dicks do. You got hungry because your body was trying to keep you alive. You wanted candy during puberty because all the hormones and jerking off and whatnot uses a lot of energy or...whatever.”
He turns his head, watching the candle flame flicker.
“I guess. I just hate being out of control of it.”
“But aren’t we all out of control of it?”
He doesn’t answer, lost in a memory.
“One time she was touching me," he brings his hands up to face in demonstration, one of his fingers parting his lips. “I told her I didn’t want to. But then she grabbed me through my pants. And she...felt how hard I was.”
He puts on a higher, silkier voice that sends a chill up your spine:
"Part of you wants it Number Five. It's not a big part, but a part nevertheless."
He’s clearly experiencing it again- flashing back in that really-real way that only someone who suffers as he does can. You ease his fingers away from his face, interlacing yours with his. You squeeze his fingers a little harder than would be comfortable; acting as a counter weight to keep his consciousness anchored in the present. It takes him a few moments to throw off the vision.
He takes a deep, deep breath, “I let her do it. And it felt good...and bad."
And then he laughs suddenly. His face twists into its most derisive lines. Directed at you, it would be enraging; directed at himself, it's heart-breaking:
"Ever wonder how I found out that I hate any more than one finger up my ass," the laughter intensifies, slightly hysterical, "who knew it could bleed for days, right?"
"Oh Five."
You blink away tears and he scoffs: clearly he doesn't believe he deserves your pity.
"I could have blinked away at any point, but I didn't. I was too..."
Halfway through the thought, the hot anger fades.
"And even now, sometimes when I think about it...I get hard.”
He whispers this last part, flushing deep with shame.
You wince in sympathy. You can’t let him explore this idea any more without comment lest he fall further into the well of self-blame. You try to keep the slight slur out of your voice.
"Would you say the same to me?”
“Huh?”
“So, say I’m holding a gun and a guy touches me: I say no but then he puts a hand down my panties and feels that I’m wet. If he fucks me without consent, would you say I let him do that if I didn’t shoot him? Even if I came from what he did to me?”
He rolls to look up at you. He seems to be really considering this.
“Killing someone is different from injuring them or blinking away.”
“Okay, fine. What about...Aoife."
"Don't."
Your voice trembles as you push back your own instinctive repulsion at invoking your baby's name in this context. Five holds out a hand in an instinctive warding-off gesture, eyes closed against the thought.
"She can blink. Or will when she's older-"
"Don't!"
"-in your position, would she be letting it happen if she didn’t blink away?”
“No!" he says, horrified, "of course not!”
“Then what makes you different? Because you're man?"
"No." he says, though by his tone you know it factored unconsciously into his thinking. He opens his eyes and takes a second before settling on another way to blame himself.
“I kept going back.”
“Ok. Why was that?”
“She was my boss. The Handler- that’s what it means. She handled the Temporal Assassins.” He laughs darkly, “I guess with me she took her title more literally.”
“Because she had power over you?”
“Yeah. I guess. I couldn’t not go back. Without the Commission it was back to cockroaches and freezing winters.”
You give him a small shrug and jerk of the head, face saying: Well, what could you do about it, then?
And, in his answering look, he takes the point.
You both take a few moments to collect yourselves. You think you've got through. You continue to stroke his hair, swirling dark locks between your fingers.
“Do you think it was just you?” you ask, finally.
His brow contracts in thought.
“I... guess so...I never thought about that.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if there were others. People who leverage positions of power in that way tend to make a habit of it."
He hems, so you push him ever so slightly.
“How does that idea make you feel?”
“I don’t know…” and then, with a return to his usual irony, “are you trying to therapize me?”
“Yes. $140 please,”
He laughs softly and you lean over to kiss his head.
“I think there’s more to say…but maybe that’s enough for tonight.”
You stroke his forelock out of his eyes.
“Bed?”
“Yeah.”
As you snuggle under the sweet-smelling sheets, you pretend not to notice his erection when you put your arm around his waist. You feel it even though he shifts away quickly.
It takes a long time for you to fall asleep but, once you do, he cries softly; biting down on his clenched fist to contain the sobs. He's glad his shaking breath and body doesn't wake you.
For this time of year in Dallas, it had turned out a fine day. November sunlight reflected off the bottles behind the bar, flashing occasionally as the bartender walked from one end to the other.
The Guinness was rich, fortifying. His chin rested on his closed fist and the briefcase sat at his feet, pressed tightly against the bar with his shins. Waiting was ninety percent of his role. Soon, it would be time for him to take his position, time to assemble the gun, time for the bewitching quiet before the storm.
He was nearly there; he could sense it. Decades of planning were nearly coming to fruition. He was missing…something…but he knew he was close; a single flash of inspiration and he’d know. He'd be able to do what his entire life has been leading up to: avert the apocalypse, save his family and go home.
He took out Vanya’s book and flicked to his latest lines of proof for the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles. It seemed…okay…but the faint needling in the back of his mind wouldn’t fade.
He jumped as something was placed down in front of him with a thunk. The bartender stood on the other side, one hand still on the cannister. Five met his grim eye contact and gave a confirmatory nod; his master’s voice.
Resting his book face down and open on the bar, he unscrewed the tube and pulled out the scroll within:
All the hairs stood up on the back of his neck. She knew? How deep in his head was she? Shit, he couldn’t even think now without her knowing about it? He felt panic rise as he screwed the memo into a ball and thrust it into his pocket. The barman eyed him with a raised eyebrow. Did he know? Did all the Commission know? About his plans? …. Maybe even about what he kept letting her do to him?
He mentally shook himself. There was no use in thinking of it, not right then. Maybe not ever. To calm himself, he picked up his book again and read between his own scrawled equations, trying to relax. To focus.
‘Though prone to arrogance and outbursts, even more than the average preteen, Five was my sole confidante in the years before he disappeared. It almost seemed fitting that of all the siblings to leave us, it would him, who I fully trusted and who fully trusted me. Five wasn’t always one to comfort me but he was the least susceptible to Dad’s manipulations. He felt he could be more open with me as I didn’t have abilities like my other siblings, I was non-threatening.'
Sweet, quiet little Vanya. She was his sole confidante too. Who knew she was a simmering ball of rage, just like the rest of them?
…He hadn’t found her in the wreckage, in the brick dust that got into his lungs and developed into the hacking cough that still plagued him. Alone. So alone but for Dolores.
Wasted landscape, the smell of rotting corpses. Falling ash. Fires burning and burning and burning and burning and-
When he wakes up with one of his regular nightmares, he’s clammy with sweat. It’s one of the bad ones after which he takes a short time to remember where he is.
“We’re in France, Five. You’re safe.”
His breathing traps in his throat; barking there. He wipes his forearm over his face, scrubbing at ash he’s convinced is there.
“Family!”
“They’re safe. You saved them, remember?"
“Vanya!" he calls, fevered and unhearing, “Luther?”
“Viktor, Five. He’s fine. They’re all fine; you did it. Klaus just got some of his art into a gallery. Viktor’s still first chair. Remember we went to his concert last month? He played Mozart's violin concertos? Luther and Sloane are happy and-”
"Viktor..." the name begins to contextualize it for him- it brings him closer to the present, “...Aoife?”
“She’s safe. Can you remember who she's with?”
You hold his head to your chest and kiss his hairline.
“She’s…she’s…” his wide eyes dart wildly, as if searching the recesses of his mind for the recollection, “she’s with���Diego. Diego and Lila…and Santi.”
“That's it: she's back at home.”
You hold him as his breathing, though still hard, begins to sound less constricted.
“I miss her.” he manages.
“Me too sweetie.”
You help him slow and deepen his breathing with the counting exercise you always use. When he's breathing better, you sing him Dusty Springfield again. It helps.
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Discovering Beauty: Aestheticare MedSpa's Secrets for Glowing Skin and Body
Aesthetic services provided by Aestheticare MedSpa consist of Medical Beauty Treatments. These treatments are carried out in places like medical spas, specialty physician offices, and dermatology clinics. Unlike regular salon services such as facials or waxing, aesthetic services delve deeper into improving your skin's health and appearance.
As it is a professional practice, the staff hired for these med spa services are highly trained and possess all the necessary knowledge about it. They specialize in providing services such as laser hair removal, body sculpting, and Botox injections safely and effectively. These treatments are not just about offering a temporary solution; they aim to provide long-lasting results that enhance both the appearance and health of your skin. By focusing on improving how your skin looks and functions, aesthetic services contribute to your overall wellness.
What Is A Medical Spa Treatment? A medical spa, or Aestheticare Medspa, differs from a traditional day spa, which primarily focuses on relaxation. It is a specialized facility offering aesthetic treatments aimed at enhancing both the skin and the human body.
Unlike day spas, which typically focus on relaxation therapies, medical spas are guided by medical expertise. This includes supervision by licensed doctors such as dermatologists or plastic surgeons. They provide complimentary consultations to ensure that treatments are not only relaxing but also scientifically backed and safe.
At an aestheticare medspa, a range of services is available to meet the specific needs and desires of clients. Among the most popular treatments are those targeting skin rejuvenation and the reduction of fine lines and wrinkles. These treatments often utilize advanced techniques and technologies to improve the texture and appearance of the skin.
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Auto renew the vicious loop
When it comes to removing friction, some companies have gotten extremely good at it. However, becoming good at it does not mean higher customer satisfaction. Think of all those amazing membership auto renew deals we have gotten sucked into. Yes, those are extremely frictionless, but they mostly benefit the company, not the customer. There is one examples particularly that comes to mind of a membership that sounds great but is extremely difficult to exit, leading to endless hours on customer service calls just to make the monthly draining of your account stop.
Occasionally, I treat myself to a pampering session and get a facial treatment done. On one of these experiences, I stumbled across Skin Spa New York. They are a skin care clinic with various locations in major cities in the US, which provide various treatments. After my treatment, as I was checking out, the receptionist informed me of their membership offering. In theory it sounds great, a discount on a monthly facial, sign me up! The benefits include a monthly facial (from a choice of five treatments), a free treatment on your birthday, various discounts on further purchases and even discounts for friends.
However, what they fail to inform you of, is the terms and how difficult these can be to keep up. Ultimately making it extremely difficult to end the membership. Membership fees are automatically billed on the 1st of each month, cancelable at any time they say, however, you must email them to request a cancelation before the 20th of each month, after 3 months of membership. Unused Membership treatment can be rolled over up to 60 days but no refunds or credit for unused months or lesser value service will be issued. The list goes on and on about policies you need to follow to be able to qualify for the promised services. This just shows how what is frictionless for the company is an actual added pain point for the customer. If you read some customer reviews, they discuss the difficulties for refund on services they were mischarged for. The automatic payment system does indeed remove friction for some parties but adds it for others.
What ends up happening is that once you opt into the membership it can be extremely hard to exit, creating that lobster trap scenario: easy in, hard out. This leads to the monthly payment and accumulation of credits that are never used. Finally, when one wants to cancel one is faced with the option of either canceling and losing all credits or trying to fit multiple treatments into one month. A process that seems frictionless for the customer is only frictionless when it comes to aspects that benefit the company. On the other hand, the aspects that the customers care about are riddled with friction; think back and forth emailing to cancel the membership, difficulty booking and rescheduling appointments. When we think of automation and erasing of friction, we must remember for whom we are removing that friction and for whom might we be creating a lot more friction.
The introduction of new technologies will only further increase this discrepancy if we are not attentive. We can all agree that the process of paying for a service is time consuming and can be seen as a pain point for both company and customer. But when introducing a technology to streamline that process, we must be very attentive as for who it is benefiting. We could also think of that pain point of a great opportunity to change the narrative. Why not make this a last impression touch point? Imagine instead of a simple paying transaction, you are given an infused water and a warm towel for your hands as you exit the establishment. Instead of simply trying to remove pain points, we must focus on the customer experience and look for ways to translate those pain points into memorable experiences.
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It was radium— “my beautiful radium” as Marie called it—that seemed the most promising of these new materials. Polonium was too intensely active, burning itself away within a year. Uranium was more stable but less energized, dribbling its radiation comparatively slowly away. Radium, on the other hand, glowed with promise. It decayed slowly; its half-life was sixteen hundred years, yet it spat and sparked with a steady release of energy. The Curies had measured radium’s intensity at some three thousand times that of uranium. It was rather like finding a tiny star buried in the dirt. A very tiny star—the Curies had isolated only 100 milligrams of pure radium from some three tons of uranium ore. But that gave it the allure of something truly rare. Within two years physicians had learned that the application of radium salts to a tumor would shrink the cancer. “Radium therapy” was introduced into hospitals shortly after the turn of the twentieth century. Physicians reported healing effects that seemed miraculous, especially compared to the therapies of old. The newspapers compared radium’s magic to the golden healthful rays of the sun. Everyone wanted to stand in what seemed a naturally healing light. Radium use spread quickly into consumer products. There were bottles of radium water (guaranteed to make the drinker sparkle with energy), radium soda, radium candy, radium-laced facial creams (to rejuvenate the skin), radium-sprinkled face powder (in four clearly labeled tints: white, natural, tan, and African), soaps and pain-relieving liniments and lotions. Researches discovered that the European hot springs, famed for their healing powers, contained radon, a gas greated by the decay of radium, released as water dissolved in minerals in the rocks that lay beneath the springs. Perhaps, scientists suggested, the health effects of the mineral hot springs came from radioactive elements in the ground. Spas in upstate New York rushed to compete by dropping uranium ores into their swimming pools. A New Jersey company grew rich selling hundreds of thousands of bottles of Radithor: Certified Radioactive Water as a tonic that guaranteed new vigor and energy. Radiant health, the ads proclaimed—beautiful skin, endless vigor, and eternal health—ingesting radium seemed the next best thing to drinking sunlight.
—The Poisoner's Handbook by Deborah Blum
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Barbers nyc
Make a Statement with Style - Find Your Ideal Barber in NYC!
As the saying goes, "you are only as good as your last haircut," and if you want to make a statement with style, there is no better place to look than in the bustling metropolis of New York City. With hundreds of barber shops and salons scattered throughout the city, it can take time to know which one will deliver the perfect cut for you.
If you live in NYC or plan on visiting, here are some tips on how to find your ideal barber near me service in this vast city:
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i. Research:
Do some research online and read reviews from fellow customers who have had their hair cut by different barbershops around town. This way, you can get an idea of where people recommend and what service they provide.
ii. Ask Around:
Word of mouth is still one of the best ways to find great barbers in town. So, ask your friends and family who they go to for their haircuts and get recommendations from them on where you should go. This way, you can be sure that you will get the cut you want and have a familiar face at the salon.
iii. Look for other services:
Not all barber NYC service hops are created equal, so look for one that offers additional services such as beard trims, facial treatments, and products. This way, you can turn your simple haircut into a full spa day and make sure you leave looking and feeling like a million bucks!
iv. Consider Your Budget
Barbers services vary in price depending on the type of cut or style you're looking for. So before getting a new haircut, set a budget to ensure you get the most bang for your buck.
v. Location:
The location of the barbers NYC shop is also essential to consider. If you're a busy professional and only have a little time to spare, then choose a barbershop that is close to your home or office so you can get in and out quickly.
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Finding the perfect barber for you in NYC doesn't have to be challenging - as long as you know where to look and what services they offer.
With these tips, you can make sure that when you step out of the salon, your style statement will be louder than ever! So do some research, ask around and find the ideal barber shop for you in New York City today!
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The staffs at Pall Mall Barbers are friendly and knowledgeable, which makes them an excellent choice for finding your ideal barber in NYC.
So if you're looking for an experienced barber who can deliver a great style statement with each visit - look no further than Barber shop nyc !
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Wash clothes
Play guitar, play piano
Epilate, get ready for shabbat, mani pedi,
Clean bedroom, get rid of stuff, vaccume, sweep, mop, dust
Wipe down bathroom
Go through food in kitchen- fridge, cabinets
barefoot, sit quietly, stroll aimlessly listening to music, dont drink alchohol or do drugs
All nighters, skinny dipping, sunburns, windows down, oversized tees, flipflops, sunrises, sunsets
, fluffy socks, woven cardigans, spa music, sheer curtains, soft blanket, lavender scent,
feel the earth under my feet
Play board games
bake glittergelpens
Dance
Draw
Paint
Photography
Sit outside in the sunshine
Play guitar, piano
Listen to music
Read, poetry
go for a walk
Go to a cafe
Buy flowers
Bookstore
See a play
Face mask Facial
Wash sheets and pillows, drink water, deep clean bathroom and cabinets, shower, skincare routine. Deep clean bedroom, get rid of clothing, accessory or object that doesnt serve me
Eat hommade food
Clean out pantry and fridge of old food
Vaccume sweep mop dust
Buy flowers, start defuser
Go to bed early
clean you room, bag up what u dont want, garvage, strip your bed, empty underwear drawer into laundry, get stuff to make clothes smell nice.
Music:
Chart of 5ths
To know which key we are in
Learn major scales
Learn minor scales
Learn the fretboard
Learn the chart of 5ths
Diatonic circle of 5ths
Excersize
Run and strength training 2 times a week
Menstural cup
My excersize goal
Get past the difficulties running, that i begin to enjoy it with endorphins.
Become strong and look chiseled- six pack, nice arms, nice legs.
Good technique:
Stability, targeting the right muscles, control insentric- the way up and down, deep stretch.
Controled ecentric
Arms, legs, butt, stomach
Art museum
Beach
Comedy show
Drive in movie
Escape room
Fine dining
Go carting
Horseback riding
Ice skating
Jazz concert
Kareoke
Lazer tag
Mini golf
Netflix and chill
Outdoor camping
Planitarium
Quick date
Road trip
Spa day
Tacos
Urban city explore
Vinyard
Waterpark
Zip lining
Mona lisa smile
Goodwill hunting
Crossing delancy
Mystic pizza
Booksmart
When harry met sally
Autumn in new york
Dead poets society
Sweet november
Legands of the fall
Stepmom
Election
Sweet home alabama
School of rock
St elmos fire
Dan in real life
Meet mr black
Catch me if u can
All that jazz
Papergirl of paris
Love and gelato
Love and luck
Still life
Love and olives
Under the tuscan sun
The enchsnted april
Remarkably bright creatures
Summer wifh july
Conversations in love
Dear emmie blue
Gold in the days of summer
Summer friends
Brushing off buisiness (funny romcom)
Truth and beauty
One italian summer
Elysian fields
The postcard from italy
Tom lake
Summer love
Normal people
11 minutes
Love and other words
A little life
The nightingale
Happy place
Tom lake
Beach read
The summer pact
Summer on the island
Rome- perfume, glassescase
Amsterdam- perfume, gallerypostcard
Paris- perfume, vogue, totebag
London- mugs
Madrid- nuxe lipbalm and oil, soap containers
Greece- shells, ring
Greece- toofacedbronzersticks
Prague
Barcelona
Budapest
Germany
Stockholm
Prague
Portugal
Florence
Tuscany
Vienna
Versailles
Scotland
Ireland
Painting
Reading
Baking
Photography
Piano
Guitar
Sculpting
Totebag pencilcase pencils pens sharpener eraser sketchbook acrylics acrylicpallette brushes brushsoap watercolors naturalbrushes spraybottle jar brushcase
Totebag oilpaints acrylicpaints pencils brushes palette paletteknife brushsoap brushsoapbox sketchbook pens
Totebag pencils pens sharpener eraser sketchbook exactoknife scissors maskingtape
Guitar piano
Ink caligraphypen icecubetrays wineglasses drinkingglasses bottleopener
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The Ultimate Grooming Experience: Discover the Best Hot Towel Shave in NYC
In a fast-paced city like New York, taking time for self-care can be a challenge. However, when it comes to grooming, one experience that stands out as a luxurious, must-try treatment is the hot towel shave. If you're searching for the Best Hot Towel Shave NYC and the “Beauty Barbershop in My Area,” look no further than Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon. This top-tier barbershop provides an unmatched grooming experience that will leave you feeling refreshed and looking sharp.
What Makes a Hot Towel Shave Special?
A hot towel shave is more than just a standard shave; it’s an indulgence. When done right, it elevates the everyday grooming routine into a relaxing and rejuvenating ritual. The process begins with a hot towel placed over the face, which helps to open the pores, soften the skin, and prepare the facial hair for a close shave. The heat from the towel also promotes relaxation, turning the shave into a spa-like experience.
Once the towel is removed, an experienced barber applies a rich shaving cream, using a straight razor to deliver a precise, clean shave. At Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon, the hot towel shave is a favorite among clients who appreciate both the quality of the shave and the calming effect of the warm towels.
Experience the Best Hot Towel Shave in NYC
When searching for the Best Hot Towel Shave NYC, you’ll want to consider not only the quality of the shave but also the environment and professionalism of the barbershop. At Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon, every shave is tailored to your specific needs. The expert barbers pay attention to every detail, from skin type to facial hair texture, ensuring that you leave with smooth, healthy skin and a perfectly groomed look.
What sets this salon apart is its commitment to providing exceptional service in a relaxing atmosphere. The hot towel shave at Lyfe Stylz is not just about grooming; it’s about enjoying the process, feeling pampered, and taking a break from the hustle of the city.
Why Choose Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon?
Finding the “Beauty Barbershop in My Area” can be challenging, especially in a city filled with numerous options. However, Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon stands out for several reasons:
Professional Expertise: The barbers at Lyfe Stylz are skilled in a wide range of grooming techniques, ensuring that every client receives a top-notch experience. Whether you’re in for a hot towel shave or a classic haircut, you can trust that you’re in good hands.
Relaxing Ambiance: The atmosphere at Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon is designed to make you feel comfortable and at ease. From the moment you step inside, you’ll be greeted with warm hospitality and a calm environment that allows you to fully enjoy your grooming experience.
Custom Care: No two clients are the same, and the team at Lyfe Stylz knows this. That’s why they take the time to understand your individual needs and preferences, tailoring each shave and haircut to suit your personal style.
The Benefits of a Professional Hot Towel Shave
Getting a hot towel shave at a professional barbershop like Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon has numerous benefits:
Better Skin Health: The hot towel opens up your pores, which allows for a cleaner, closer shave with less irritation. This reduces the risk of razor burns, cuts, and ingrown hairs, leaving your skin feeling smooth and refreshed.
A Smooth, Close Shave: Using a straight razor provides a much closer shave than you could achieve with a regular razor at home. The precision of the blade ensures that every hair is cut with accuracy, giving you a longer-lasting shave.
Time to Unwind: Life in NYC can be hectic, but a hot towel shave gives you the chance to relax and enjoy a few moments of peace. The warmth of the towels, the soothing feel of the shave cream, and the gentle touch of a skilled barber make for a truly calming experience.
More Than Just a Shave: A Complete Grooming Experience
At Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon, the experience doesn’t stop at the hot towel shave. The barbershop offers a full range of grooming services, including haircuts, beard trims, and skincare treatments. For those looking for a full transformation, Lyfe Stylz is the ultimate destination.
Clients frequently rave about the overall service and care they receive at the salon. It’s not just about getting a shave or a haircut—it’s about walking out feeling more confident and refreshed. Whether you're getting ready for an important meeting, a special event, or simply need a regular grooming session, Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon is the place to be.
Visit Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon Today
If you’ve been searching for the Best Hot Towel Shave NYC or the Beauty Barbershop in My Area, now is the time to book an appointment at Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon. Don’t settle for anything less than the best when it comes to your grooming routine. Visit Lyfe Stylz for a hot towel shave that’s guaranteed to leave you looking and feeling your best.
Conclusion
In a city that never sleeps, taking time for self-care is crucial. A hot towel shave at Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon provides the perfect blend of relaxation and precision grooming, making it the ideal treat for any man looking to elevate his grooming game. With experienced barbers, a welcoming atmosphere, and personalized service, Lyfe Stylz is your go-to destination for the Best Hot Towel Shave NYC and beyond.
Book your appointment today, and discover why so many clients consider Lyfe Stylz Unisex Salon the “Beauty Barbershop in My Area.” Whether you’re a regular client or a first-timer, you’ll leave the salon feeling pampered, polished, and ready to take on the city with confidence.
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