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![]() Star Gazing Their secret revealed: eyelash extensions!
Despite what the gossip rags would have you believe, movie stars are not
like us. Sure, they may feed parking meters, schlep down grocery aisles
in oversized Uggs and nose pick at stoplights. But when it comes to
beauty routines, Hollywood types were all Urban Decay and Touche Eclat
back when we were just impressed by the free gift at Clinique.
But we're catching on. And one of the neatest tricks to come around
in a while is the eyelash extension, which lets you flash long, thick
lashes without succumbing to the dreaded time-release raccoon effect.
One of the most popular spots for this star treatment is Exhale
Mindbodyspa at 945 North State, (312)753-6500. Resident eye expert
Alessandra Rosa is perhaps best known for brow shaping--she earned her
stripes working for Beverly Hills-based star plucker Anastasia--but
it's
her Hollywood Lashes that have made her a favorite among the city's
lashluster set.
Hollywood Lashes aren't cheap (at $150, or roughly thirty bottles of
Great Lash) but they last about four weeks, and Rosa replaces any
lashes
lost during that month for free. Here's how it works: First, arrive
without eye makeup. That way, Rosa can launch directly into the
lash-application process. Then, with a concentration worthy of the most
serious game of Operation, she begins.
While you look up, she secures your bottom lashes to your under-eye
area with a gently applied slip of tape. Now it's time to lower your
gaze and natter away while Rosa um-hmms and gets busy with her
tweezers.
She applies the synthetic lashes individually, sweeping each one across
a dollop of black-tinted medical-grade adhesive before laying them atop
a single natural lash. She repeats this motion for about an hour, using
around thirty miniature digits, in three different sizes, to create a
lash line more lush than nature intended--for you, at least.
Finally, the moment of truth: She removes the tape, brushes your
cheeks clear of fallen lashes and holds out a mirror. You look, smile,
bat, flutter and wink. Just like the star you knew you were meant to
be.
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