New York - May 29, 2001

Why So Blue?

Astara Blue Flame Mask

“Doc, do you have any time? Like, um, today?”

No, it’s not the flu. It’s not a toothache.

It’s—quelle horreur!—a blemish. And your reservation for dinner this evening is for two, not three.

You thought that now that you were out of puberty you were immune to such travesties? That thing on your face is proof that clearly you’re not. And why your health insurance doesn’t cover a $200 can-you-please-remove-this-thing-from-my-face emergency trip to the derm is beyond comprehension. But no time to complain: This is a time for action. (Boys, this includes you; you’re not beyond a zit or two.)

Do like the beauty editors do: Astara Blue Flame Purification Mask, a Play-Doh-blue paste that kicks Clearasil’s butt for on-the-spot action, killing the most stubborn blemish, and before that 8:30 reservation at The Park.

Did you really think the bouncer guarding the VIP room was really going to let you in looking like that?

Then again, maybe he could use some?

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