Welcome to Fantasy
Tan, Airbrush Tanning System!
 What
is Fantasy Tan?
Fantasy Tan Air Brush
Sunless Tanning is a brand new concept in the application of Sunless
Tanning. Our State of the Art Delivery System virtually eliminates all
problems associated with Sunless Tanning Creams. No more streaky mess,
orange palms, or dirty knees and elbows!
How does Fantasy Tan
work?
The active ingredient in
virtually all Sunless Tanning formulas is (DHA). When (DHA) is applied
to the skin, it causes a chemical reaction with the amino acids in the
skin to produce a tan, much like the sun does, but without UVA and UVB
damage to the skin.
How long does a Fantasy
Tan last?
With 8 different formulas
to choose from, tans can last anywhere from 4 days to nearly 2 weeks.
Is it safe?
YES! All Fantasy Tan
ingredients have been through extensive testing and are FDA approved.
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Harper's
BAZAAR
June 2002
The Best Fake Tan Ever
 The
first time I heard about Fantasy Tan was right after the fall
collections. I couldn't help noticing that several of the models,
editors, and especially designers, including Michael Kors, John
Galliano, and Stella McCartney, had one trend in common-a deep,
just-back-from-St. Barts glow. Clearly, they hadn't had time to pop off
for a week in the sun, but this didn't look like the telltale color from
a bottle of self-tanner.
Whatever it was, I wanted in. Looking as bronzed as someone like Gisele
has never been high on my list of aspirations, but a tan has become one
of those must-have accessories. Givenchy designer Julien Macdonald
always sports a seriously sun-kissed look, so I give him a call to see
if he has any advice on how to get one. Turns out that he swears by a
tanning bed. "Bodies look much sexier, much healthier with a
tan," he says.
I make a few more inquiries, and finally, one glamorously golden insider
slips me the fashion set's secret: Fantasy Tan. It's process that uses
an airbrush machine to spray a mist of tanning solution from your feet
to your face, and it's available in a growing number of locations in the
U.S. "Imagine walking into a beauty salon and leaving 20 minutes
later with a perfect, streak-free, just-off-the-beach tan," reads
the promotional leaflet. I immediately book an appointment and head to
the salon.
Once there, Kate, my tanner, whisks me into a private treatment room and
hands me a pair of minuscule paper panties that make dental floss look
concealing. I've been told that with a tan, you feel better, look
better, and give the impression that you lead an enviable lifestyle.
However, the harsh reality of the situation sets in as I gingerly strip.
Far from cruising the waves in Costa Rica or relaxing poolside in Saint-Tropez,
I am being sprayed by a stranger while wearing the least fetching
lingerie on the market.
"Put your hands against the wall and spread your legs," says
Kate. I feel like I am being arrested, vanity my only crime. My eyebrows
and nails are covered with Vaseline, my face is wiped of any makeup
remnants, and my hair is twisted back in a natty Elizabeth Taylor-esque
turban. A tickly sensation starts to twist up my legs as Kate maneuvers
the airbrush apparatus a few inches away from me. Rather than spraying
up and down, she uses circular motions to ensure that there are no lines
and no streaks. The solution is tinted, so Kate can see where the tan is
settling and adjust the amount of spraying. When she gets to my face,
she instructs me to close my eyes, hold my breath, and raise my arms
when I need to come up for air.
Kate tells me to go home and avoid showers and exercise. I'm to return
the next day for a second coat, which will intensify and prolong my tan.
The following morning, I stagger, bleary-eyed, into the bathroom and
screech when I see myself in the mirror. I had forgotten about the tan,
and the shock of acquiring it without the usual agony is a revelation.
I'm a gorgeous shade of caramel, and after a very critical examination,
I can't find a single streak.
At work the next morning, people politely ignore that I am a completely
different shade from the day before. Later, I return to the salon for
another fix. I leap into my panties and prepare to be sprayed down.
"Did you moisturize this morning?" asks Kate, who told me to
apply body lotion to help prolong the tan. Oops, I forgot. I spent the
whole morning trying on skimpy tops and adjusting shades of lipstick to
best show off my new color.
Job done, I head off into the night, seeking approval and opinion on the
new look. Although I am advised to stay in and dry, you can't let a tan
control your social life! They are very impressed at my local bar; well,
at least the men are. They all want to buy me drinks, while their
girlfriends want to kill me. People are very interested in where I went
on vacation and if I had a nice time. "Do you have tan lines?"
leers one man. The color is so realistic that you have to become a
storyteller. Otherwise, you risk disappointing the people who want to
hear about your trip to Bali or Bequia rather than your visit to a
nearby salon. A few free drinks and a handful of business cards later, I
decide to call it a night.
The next day, I shower, leaving an ugly brown residue in the tub, but
step out as a golden girl. I went to get my Fantasy Tan expecting to
hate it, and now I'm completely obsessed. This is the tan we have all
been waiting for, the Birkin bag of being bronze. (I refer here to the
bag's high quality, not its leathery texture!) You're probably wondering
if there are any drawbacks. The color lasts only about a week, but it
fades nicely. Until you shower, the product does rub off on your
clothing and leave ugly-looking stains. Then there is the sudden desire
to show vast quantities of natural-looking, streak-free flesh. And the
fact that I got mistaken for Britney Spears while walking down the
street? I'm not complaining. Instead, I've book my next Fantasy Tan
appointment.
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