Recognising my research in to what makes French women so very sure and so very chic has gone a bit slack, I go to our local chemist for advice on skin care. This is the norm in France, and whereas in England you’d probably be handed a tub of Vaseline Intensive Care, here every corner chemist has a collection of the most charming people in swishy white coats, dealing out advice on skin care ranges such as Caudalie, Nuxe and Roche-Posay – heralded as ‘cult’ brands by Harpers and available with a bank loan at Space NK.
And thus my blotchy English skin ended up in the hands of Darphin – self-proclaimed ‘haute couture of beauty’ , where a size 6 consultant with skin to die for (in fact can’t I just BE her?), told me my skin was very reactive, very sensitive, very dehydrated and sold me a great many products in lovely little green boxes. Time will tell.
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