Brandt was almost Warholian looking - kind of bizarro and awesome, with platinum-blond hair - and very kind.
The first time I went, I saw a famous editor in chief with white numbing cream all over her face! She was teetering down the hallway looking lost and clutching a Birkin bag. His offices were in east midtown over by the river, and decorated with photos of nearly nude men. Frederic Brandt - Madonna’s dermatologist, and Jean Godfrey-June’s, too. shaved you, you know, before gooing up your nether regions with ice-cold jelly and zap- zap-zapping your hair off.īut the biggest treat by far was getting to go to Dr. The Flatiron District spa had white leather sofas and bowls of lavender M&M’s and chatty young aestheticians who put goggles on you and then. And I got my bikini area lasered gratis at Completely Bare. Comped! I didn’t even pay my own tips - I put them in my expense reports! “Salon gratuity: $100.” I got my eyebrows tinted and waxed every month by Maral Balian - she’s incredible she’ll change your face, and she also does the Diandra Douglas, ex-wife of Michael - at the Warren-Tricomi Salon, which was past the Eloise portrait and up the stairs in the Plaza Hotel. I was hounded by publicists wanting me to try their clients’ beauty services. In her new memoir, How to Murder Your Life, Marnell details her highest highs and her lowest lows. But beneath her Chanel-lacquered façade, Marnell was also fighting a few more sinister problems: a struggle with bulimia and a debilitating addiction to prescription drugs. When Cat Marnell was serving as an assistant at Lucky magazine, she fought to project an image to match the rest of Condé Nast’s ranks of stylish, put-together editors-in-waiting.
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