I thought I’d write some posts about my favorite people, places, and things. And because I’m vain, I thought I’d talk about my skin and who helps me keeping it looking so youthful. I’ve never had fillers or Botox and yet I’m consistently mistaken for someone way younger than 47. Part of my secret is that I never go outside. Here’s the rest of the story:
I’m a skincare junkie. I used to happily play the beauty guinea pig for Allure magazine, acting as their Seattle reporter. I got spray-tanned in the middle of a heavy rainstorm. By the time I walked back to my car, the drenched cuffs of my jeans had wiped away the tanner so while the rest of my bits and pieces were sunkissed, my ankles were chalky white. I got bikini-waxed in the winter, I went to a celebrated stylist to have my hair colored…after I had just paid for a single process the week before.
I loved it all.
But I held a special place in my heart for facials. With each new esthetician, I believed I’d find the answer to unblemished, radiant, youthful skin. When I went to Jill Bucy Skincare for the first time, it was on assignment for Allure.
That was six years ago and I’m still hooked on their French facials and Biologique Recherche products and treatments. Protecting the skin and building it up is a distinctly European philosophy, exotic and strange in the face of a lifetime of hearing that I should scrub, scrub, scrub. Exfoliate. Use Retinol. Get glycolic peels. All of this had aggravated my rosacea and resulted in contact dermatitis. I backed away from foaming cleansers, abrasive exfoliants, and products front-loaded with parabens and scent. My skin cleared up during that first facial with Jill and I became a loyal devotee.
Jill herself has moved on but I’m still in excellent hands. I just visited Brynn Strader (more on her here) for a treatment, and found myself needing to share the experience.
Let me walk you through the French facial (I know, that sounds dirty), customized for my sensitive, middle-aged skin:
Brynn started by cleansing my skin with Lait VIP O2, a gentle cleansing milk for my delicate skin, massaging it onto my face and neck. Yum.
She followed it with BR’s famous P50, a watery liquid that balances the pH level of the skin, moisturizes, and exfoliates. It really is unlike any other product and I use it twice a day, swiping it on my face, neck, décolletage, and back of my hands. Applied with a thin cotton pad, Brynn swirled it over my skin until it tingled. In a good way.
Next up was Lotion MC 110. Similar in texture to P50, it further exfoliates and tones the skin.
I was sufficiently prepped for the next step. Eschewing steam and extractions, both of which would aggravate my skin’s redness, she applied Soin Lissant to one half of my face. Soin Lissant is a combination of lotion and powder, mixed to a client’s skin, and rich in Omega 3 and hyaluronic acid. It provided some slick so that Brynn could “restructure” my skin and the muscles beneath with a stimulating, lifting treatment. I can only describe it as a quick, pulsing massage that moved from the neck upward. It rocked.
Between the P50, the Soin Lissant treatment, and Brynn’s skilled hands, my skin was invigorated.
The rest of my body, however, was beyond relaxed. I was so checked out that when she applied the Visolastine Masque to the left side of my face, I fell into a waking sleep. In my dream state, I believed her to be my boyfriend, and I talked to her and answered nonexistent questions, while she repeated the treatment on the right side of my face.
Bless her heart, she didn’t bat an eye. She just proceeded to give me a hand and arm massage before removing the masque with warm compresses, and applying finishing serums and creams.
To bring me back to life, perhaps, Brynn brought out what looked like two metal porkchops. Called Cryo-Sticks, they were kept in the refrigerator until my treatment. She gently applied them to the rosacea on my cheeks, reducing the skin temperature and limiting vasodilation. And yes, the sticks were bracingly cold. I thought they might stick to my skin, the way the kid’s tongue was glued to a frozen flagpole in A Christmas Story. Thankfully, they didn’t stick but the results did. When I looked in the mirror later, my complexion was even and my cheeks looked like I had put on foundation or CC cream because the redness was at an all-time low. Instead of looking like rosacea, it just looked like I had a natural glow. Genius.
The beauty of Brynn is her commitment to treating each client individually, discovering how best to target different skincare issues. “I like seeing a client come in and knowing that I can help her to relax, even temporarily. I enjoy having a one-on-one connection and focusing exclusively on a client’s specific needs.”
If you’ve haven’t been in for a facial for a while, or if your skin feels dull, or if you feel that nothing you try improves your skin, I’d urge you to give Brynn and a Classic French Facial a try. Treatments start at $100 and go up, depending on your customized treatments, and I can’t recommend them enough. Jill Bucy Skincare changed my entire attitude around skincare, which was no small feat, considering that I was weened on beauty magazines and the beauty industry. The results speak for themselves. This is what 47 looks like!