The Face of Peace by Pablo Picasso I am a sucker for facials. My little addiction started when I was a student. On a quest to add a little more glow to my lacklustre complexion, I’d scrape together my money to see a beautician every six weeks or so. Even if that meant spaghetti […]
The Face of Peace by Pablo Picasso I am a sucker for facials. My little addiction started when I was a student. On a quest to add a little more glow to my lacklustre complexion, I’d scrape together my money to see a beautician every six weeks or so. Even if that meant spaghetti […]