Once, on the night before my wedding, my wife forced me to get a spray tan. It seemed logical enough: there was an occasion for which I wanted to look sun-kissed. But looking like a bronzed statue in the middle of Winter was not entirely appealing. Still, I headed to Nordstrom Spa on Chicago's Michigan Avenue for a full-body spray tan ($60).
My peppy spray tanner Madi — who regularly referenced her work as Picasso-esque — made sure I did not walk out looking like Pauly D. Plus, she told me that nearly 40 percent of her clients are male. I was further assured by the fact that she uses St. Tropez, a high-end formula known for lack of blotchiness and its near impossibility of leaving customers resembling a Madame Tussauds creations. When she sprayed me, it felt a bit chilly on my skin, but the heated room helped me stay comfortable.
Though I showered six hours later, my skin smelled like suntan lotion for at least a day. Still, I'd be lying if I claimed it didn't cross my mind to pop back in for another spray when it faded away approximately five days later. Don't judge me.
