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Ever wonder where the stars go for their do’s?

Well, they go to the new “Hippest Salon in Beverly Hills” of course, Byron and Tracey at 9294 Civic Center Drive.  With a celebrity list of clients longer than your arm I am pretty sure the little people are going to have a hard time getting an appointment.  Wonder if there will be an underground secret entrance so the paparazzi are left empty handed??  With color that starts at $125+, I think I just might hold off on making my appointment, but here’s there number if you would like to try (310) 276-4470.  Hours are Tues-Sat. 9am-6pm.

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The Big Give from Arizona Spa Girls

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Here is an excerpt from “AZSpaGirls eBlast: Big Give” Issue that I think you will enjoy:

 

On a final note, our philosophy is that a spa girl is more than just the sum of her rockin’ haircut, perfect pout and peaceful grace. A true spa girl’s beauty shines from an inner core draped in kindness, reverence and knowing not to take yourself too seriously. We endearingly refer to this glow as your “inner bee.”

 

So once you’ve found a chance to relax and renew this holiday season (as you should!), click here for our list of ways to feed your inner bee and get that shiny, pretty glow that comes from the heart.

 

And here’s to a happy and healthy 2009!

 

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Alter Egos

 

by Cross Woodfield

 

First off I have this theory that we idolize celebrities that remind us of ourselves…in terms of appearance, overall vibe, etc.

 

Like one of my freckly, poised, and naturally blonde girlfriends is OBSESSED with Gwyneth Paltrow.  She’s totally a Gwyneth.

 

And in my mind, on a good day, I’m the crazy lovechild of Natalie Portman and Sarah Jessica Parker.  So I search for pictures of them all day long, buy clothes that remind me of SJP, sweep my hair up like NP (in sparkly rhinestone headbands), you get the idea.  I even try to talk like them sometimes and pick up their expressions.

 

And you know what, I have no shame.  It’s nice to look at beautiful things after a hard day of work, and I think inspiration and self-improvement are healthy.

 

But sometimes I can’t help but wonder if we’re draining all our admiring energy on the right idols.

 

We seem to mimic a lot of celebrities that don’t seem very happy.  So many of our faves, our protagonists, the ones we’re rooting for, go to rehab for depression, exhaustion, drugs.  They struggle with decade-long alcohol and eating problems.  They give birth über-young and spoil their babies rotten.

 

We want so much to dress, walk, dine, act, be like them—the more public, “perfect” versions of ourselves. 

 

But why? 

If they’re not happy, what do we think we want that they don’t even seem to enjoy having?

Who exactly persuades us we’ll be happy once we’re more like them and less like ourselves?

And why do we believe it?

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