Beauty Experiences | Keraskin Facial at House of Rush
The end of the semester is a time to let go and release your inner slob. Hair stays in the same mess for days, chipped nail polish is the norm and skincare consists of a quick cleanse and slap of moisturiser. When you have to write thousands of words discussing if creativity and innovation is key to companies in advanced economies having a competitive edge, or you’re revising for your 2 hour exam on human resource management, you just don’t care about looking good.
After weeks of being cooped up in the library and my bedroom, I emerged out of hibernation the day after my last exam. I jumped on a bus to Piccadilly to get my much neglected skin attended to at The House of Rush for the Kéraskin Facial*. I arrived at the salon with a face full of clogged pores and a tiny breakout around my chin – all the stressing and late nights took its toll on my skin but the facialist, Edit analysed my skin and explained the facial and that she’d give me a made-to-measure treatment based on the concerns I had.
Because the facial was so relaxing which made me drift in and out of sleep, my memory of the entire facial is a little hazy but there were some memorable parts like the steam and extraction which my skin desperately needed; the facial doesn’t usually include extraction but because Kéraskin facials are tailored around the skins needs and concerns Edit saw fit that all the junk that made a home in my pores throughout exam season were evicted. The extraction was only memorable for me because I was so eager to finally clear my skin up, but this facial will go down in history as having the best facial message ever. Yes, ever! I’m aware of how big a statement I’m making but Edit has the craziest technique, it wasn’t not your bog standard massage in circular motions – there was this fluttering yet kneading-like technique which I never wanted to stop.
The facial ended beautifully with Edit placing a warm towel going from the nape of my neck down to my back – I’ve since been trying to think about how I can get my own towels so warm and fluffy… I wanted to stay in that cosy little bed forever, but one of life’s lesson is that all good things do come to an end. But this wasn’t a sad or bitter end, it was merely a ‘see you later for we shall meet again’ kind of end..