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The Winter Antiques Show, Jan. 25-Feb. 3, never ceases to amaze. But this year, its 59th consecutive year as the mainstay of New York's winter art and antiques calendar, it outdoes itself. Could it be that, like many a 59 year old, its thoughts turned to a face-lift? The look of the show, from the cream paneled architecture of the booths to the enhanced lighting to the bright buff carpet that replaces the industrial gray of yore, has been freshened.
A brief word about brevity on Broadway. There is more action, suspense, drama in 70-minute, intermissionless The Other Place at the Samuel J. Friedman Theatre than there is in the new production of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof that opened last night at the Richard Rodgers—all three acts, two intermissions and just under three hours of it.
Sarah Rolleston of Sugartooth Tours waltzes through Hell's Kitchen like the Queen of Candyland. It's as if she's the beloved daughter-in-law of anyone making everything delicious in the neighborhood, and as the dessert tour winds in and out of sleek shops and quaint little stores, everyone from the plump, heavily-accented woman to the young, fast-talking entrepreneur welcomes her, and in turn, you've been let into her sweet, sweet world.
The venerable Elizabeth Arden Red Door Spa, long a fixture on Fifth Avenue, has recently opened a subterranean branch in the Theater District’s Chatwal hotel—perfectly situated for some pre- or post-matinee pampering. After donning a plush terry robe in a private dressing room, visitors can swim in a saltwater pool, relax under a massage therapist’s stress-melting touch, and/or experience an epidermis-enhancing treatment.
Ah, Brooklyn. It doesn't really get much better in New York City. The streets are wider and less crowded, you can find a seat in your favorite bar and walk into a new restaurant without reservations. This is what I did, late Saturday night, when friends and I decided on a whim to try a recently opened establishment, The Pines.
Nothing suggests low energy like limp hair—and who needs that, this festive time of year? For those interested in seriously fixing their follicles, the Philip Kingsley Trichological Centre stands ready. “We consider scalp health fundamental to healthy hair growth,” says trichologist Elizabeth Phillips.
IOMA, a skin-care line recently arrived from France, gets in your face—to help your face. Step up to its diagnostic Sphere and the astronaut helmetlike device quickly snaps five facial photos, using microchip-embedded sensors to pinpoint problem areas, such as wrinkles, UV damage, sagging and clogged pores.
The current thing at NYC day spas? Services that sound good enough to eat or drink. Sugaring, the use of a warm, white sugar/lemon juice/water paste to remove body hair, is the signature method at Hibba Beauty Studio (448 W. Broadway, btw Prince & W. Houston sts., 1.212.260.4321). “Unlike wax, the sugar sticks only to the hair, not the skin,” says Owner Hibba Kapal. Result: a more ouch!-free experience and, some clients find, less hair growth over time.
The Cold War may have ended decades ago, but Jelsomino is just warming up. This Russian karaoke club hits Midtown in a blaze of post-Soviet glory. Waiting inside the red leather door is a glowing circular stage, a team of waitresses ferrying glow-in-the-dark cocktail trays, a catalog of 60,000 songs (many of them in Russian, searchable via tableside iPads) and a pack of at-your-disposal professional backup singers to help every patron sound like a superstar.
We all know that stress can wreak havoc on the skin, so it stands to reason that a sense of calm can have a positive impact on the complexion. That was why beautician/massage therapist Claudia Colombo (a veteran of the famed Bliss Spa, who leftto open her own Flatiron nook) came up with the idea of combining her “two passions—skin care and yoga.”