The Best Facial I've Ever Gotten Wasn't on My Face — It Was on My Scalp
Anyone who says the best things in life are free has clearly never experienced the utter euphoria that is a spa facial-with-complimentary head massage. Forget hugs; forget sleep. For me, the only thing better than having a stranger perform a series of hand aerobics from the neck up while Enya hums quietly in the background is the part where the technician gets to your scalp.
That, my friends, is when the magic happens.
And now, the treatment that was once considered an add-on is getting its own spot on hair salon menus. Widely popular in Japan, the "head spa" is exactly what it sounds like: the experience of a facial, but for your noggin. Brilliant. With the exception of Barack and Michelle Obama, I couldn't think of a more perfect marriage of my two favourite things.
I've also needed help in the scalp department since the beginning of dry shampoo. My head, like my combination skin, is a walking contradiction — equal parts oily and dry, with flecks of dandruff sprinkled atop like cornflakes. Needless to say, I booked an appointment with stylist Ritsuko Borges at Masa Kanai in NYC faster than you can say spa-aaah.
What came next? There's only one word for it: priceless.