Would it work for me? I am on the phone trying to book a special appointment: a foreskin facial. The treatment is not widely available in the US, so the calls yield nothing except a series of confusing conversations. Sandra Bullock and Cate Blanchett are big fans. I was curious. I was not aware of wrinkles stretching from my nose to the corners of my mouth, but Sarah assures me I have those, too.
When Sarah, preparing creams and clothes somewhere behind me, starts talking about skin peels and secret serums, my stomach begins to rumble.
By having the cells injected into the face, you can get the collagen and elastin deeper into the skin, where it can do its best work. Sarah smears the foreskin formula on to my face and neck. Then the needle gun is fired up, quite close to my ear, and Sarah gets to work jabbing me. I look in the mirror.
My face is very red and very shiny. On my neck there are red blotches from where the needles have done their work.
When I asked Sarah the same question, she said South Korea tends to be ahead of the curve with beauty treatments, and this treatment had been inspired by work there. But as it starts to dry, and as the wind whistles down the street, wafting the scent from cheek to nostril, there it is: semen. It takes a couple of days for the redness to die down.
