BURO.BEAUTY + STYLE DIRECTOR
Until recently, putting acid on your face was as counter-intuitive as punching yourself square in the middle of it. It’s one of my favourite phenomenons of the beauty world in recent years. We have managed to convince an entire nation of beauty obsessives to not only slather their faces in acid, but tell everyone they’re doing it too. We’ve become evangelical about stripping the dead cells from our skin, and we extol the virtues of Glossier Solution and Drunk Elephant Baby Facial to anyone who will listen. So listen, I’m here to tell you about Decree Airbrushing Acid. No seriously, listen. You will want to pick up what I’m putting down.
My PR friend told me about this stuff - as all good beauty PRs are paid to do - I’m a journalist, I need my sources. But I emphasise the friend part of this point, because in Bianca I trust. She’s allergic to bullshit, basically, and she told me ‘The Treat Daily PM serum is the one everyone is going batty over, but man oh man that Weekly Decree is my absolute rudding fave.’
OK no, wait. The real trust doesn't come from B (Sorry B), it comes from Dr. Anita Sturnham. I went to see her a little while ago - it may or may not have had something to do with injecting tiny amounts of botulinum toxin into my face - and this is where my acid obsession began.
Firstly, a product created by an aesthetitian is already a good start for me, but Dr Sturnham is first and foremost a GP, and the conditioned traditionalist in me puts supreme faith in 'conventional' medical professionals. Come on, I know I'm not alone.
So yes, a GP, a specialism in dermatology, a highly successful clinic, and now six resurfacing pods in a box that will give my skin it's own equivalent of a concentrated therapy session.
What that looks like in product form is resurfacing acids combined with my favourite other kind - fruit enzymes that dissolve the top layer of dead skin cells and, my particular adversary, SPF-pore-blockages - that I let sit on my skin for an increasingly tingly two minutes. Then I balk slightly at the defiantly red tint to my skin, (because of the conditioned traditionalist connotations of acid being introduced to it). But the replenishing paste mask that goes on afterwards is like twenty minutes of soothing rehab and voila. I look - genuinely - like I’ve been to an aesthetician's clinic for a deep exfoliating facial. Properly glowing and definitively brighter. To the point I evangelistically need to tell my friends about the best exfoliating acid I have in my arsenal right now, that they must get in on the airbrushing action, and that’s really saying something. That’s you, by the way, friend. Sharing is caring. Pass it on.