You never get a second chance to make a first impression. Then again, a penny saved is a penny earned. Two great cliches that go well together.

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The girls on your floor invite you to lunch. Don’t let ...

In Japanese, “kaya” means tree. In Kenya, it means sacred forest. The most appropriate translation in our neck of the woods? Probably urban jungle.

But the new Kaya Day Spa in the West Loop is more of an urban oasis: ...

Femmes. Brides. G-spot. Dancing Bellies. Damen is the most feminine block in town.

So it’s no surprise that the latest boutique on the strip caters to ladies. Raizy is a girlie-girl’s paradise, filled with skin care products (finally, a place ...

Open Letter to Him:

You’ve come a long way, baby. (Not so long ago, you were toting a rifle and wearing coonskin.)

But don’t be fooled: A dab of hair gel and a tucked-in shirt do not a metrosexual make. ...

There are some things girls are willing to share.

A kill-it-on-the-spot zit cream. Butt-shrinking jeans. Even a shrink’s number. But when it comes to scents, the ex-boyfriend rule applies: Don’t even think about it.

Canadian perfurmier Susanne Lang bases ...

If your lips feel the way Lower Wacker looks, why not try one of the many products that claim to repair the damage?

There are the waxy sticks (great for that I-just-made-out-with-a-candle feeling), the sticky glosses (windblown hair’s worst nightmare), ...

Hair appointments can be traumatic.

That just a trim cut that became an asymmetrical bob. The attempt to go blonde that ended up more Courtney Love than Sienna Miller.

Odds are if it weren’t for the head massage, you’d never ...