Living in New York and “living” in New York are two very different things. The former, residing here, complicates the latter, actually experiencing everything it has to offer.
So when Saks asked me to check into the Waldorf-Astoria and enjoy some pampering courtesy of Guerlain, I decided to unplug for the afternoon and let myself play beauty tourist.
There is an instant ahhh factor anytime I trade my apartment keys for a hotel key card- and the old New York feel of my suite in the Waldorf Towers was a welcome respite from the usual. The gigantic dressing room, complete with vanity table and crystal chandelier, was the perfect place to play dress up before my husband came to meet for cocktails later that evening.
First stop — the Guerlain Spa for the Abeille Royale Facial, 90 minutes of pure, unadulterated complexion nirvana. The post-peel healing facial massage featuring heated stamps was a definite highlight- and I appreciate the efficiency element of a mid-treatment eyebrow grooming.
Also love that I had the option to forgo traditional “spa” tunes in favor of a playlist that included Adele and The Fugees. Getting a little lost in the lyrics can be quite relaxing.
I extended the experience with a light snack in Grand Salon, a platter of farm fresh vegetables and a tall glass of water while basking in the glow of my own skin.
Next stop, the Guerlain counter at Saks Fifth Avenue to meet Kristal for a makeup application. She introduced me to the concept of “pearls with purpose” — otherwise known as Guerlain’s Météorites Powders — that blend together for a flawless, radiant face. Foolproof, in my opinion, is always a good thing.
Other must-try picks? Lip Lift Lip Primer — smoothing base that neutralizes the lip color and makes lipstick last infinitely longer. And the Ombre Éclat Eyeshadow in #142, Instant Fauve. The powder-formula goes on the lid with a creamy finish and layers beautifully. Also still find myself obsessing over the Météorites Primer — recommends it as a sealant after makeup to give a long-lasting dewiness to the skin.
All dressed up with someplace to go. That someplace happened to be the Peacock Alley Bar in the lobby of the Waldorf-Astoria where I savored a perfectly made dirty gin martini with an extra helping of artisanal bleu cheese olives.