Calling all beauty junkies! Get pampered—for less!—at The Stillwater this month.
By Laura deCarufel and Jennifer Lee
Fall is all about new beginnings, but for Toronto style reporters, renewal comes a bit later in the season, after the madness of TIFF, the insanity of Fashion Week. Now that life is slowing down again, we decided to unwind the loveliest way possible: By spending a morning at the Stillwater Spa at the Park Hyatt.
Normally, it would be among the most indulgent ways possible too, but this month, the Stillwater is offering an extra special deal. Billed as the “Stillwater Sampler”, the package includes a facial, manicure and pedicure, all 30 minutes each, and all for $150. It’s an ideal way to experience Toronto’s most consistently excellent spa.
First up? The facial.
Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
By: Ava Baccari, Photography courtesy of Priscilla the Musical website
In the world of showbiz, all that glitters isn’t Gaga— in fact, the singer stands to learn a thing or two about performance from the original stage diva extraordinaire: the drag queen. With more false lashes and crinoline than a 1980s prom, the ladies arrived in town last night, Toronto— just follow the trail of glitter and pink feathers all the way to the Princess of Wales Theatre for the jaw-dropping, foot-stomping North American premiere of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. (FYI fist-pumping is still not cool).
When the shiny disco ball drops, the Drag Ladies sing. Three divas (and we’re talking actual ladies here) are lowered on to the stage, helming a belted-out, electrifying performance of “It’s Raining Men,” with a cast of androgynous superstar characters that could keep Cher in retirement for a few more years. Read more…
By: Lara Ceroni
As I type this post I’m actually cringing slightly at the thought that this is my pick for Fanatical Fashion this week. I’ll be frank (and let the hate mail begin!), I’m not a huge animal-lover. Granted, I’ve had my moments with my friends’ pets: Aussie, the spoodle; Mr. Thumbs, the American polydactyl. But, in my own life, I’m pet-free (Apparently it has something to do with being Italian, or so says my father: The majority of us can’t swim (present company excluded) and we hate animals.)