The ReFa Carat is a revolutionary new skincare tool that’s won a bunch of awards overseas and has just hit Aussie shores. And it’s kind of a big deal around here too.
The ReFa Carat is the perfect money and time saver for anyone who appreciates healthy, beautiful skin less the trips to the salon. The benefits replicate expensive, snooty facials otherwise only regularly available to the housewives of Sydney in Double Bay.
This nifty looking steel contraption may look like a dildo (there, we said it) but if you can get past the thought of rubbing it on your face, it will thank you for it. Used for just a few minutes every day, the ReFa CARAT will allow you to obtain the results of a professional spa treatment, DIY.
Specifically designed to mimic the kneading techniques of professional facialists and aestheticians, the ReFa allows you to easily achieve improved skin elasticity and tone, boosts moisture levels, improves blood circulation, tightens enlarged pores, improves skin texture and yes, reduces appearance of fine lines and wrinkles. Best of all, you can also use it on your body to help shape and contour body lines. The Refa CARAT also entirely waterproof, so that you can use it in the shower safely all over your body.
The double spherical drainage rollers create multiple pressure spots and imitate the motions of a lymphatic drainage facial massage by firmly pulling up and gently releasing the skin to eliminate toxins and excess fluids.
The platinum-coated rollers also convert light from the solar panel generating a micro-current that helps tone facial muscles gently and gradually from deep within the skin’s dermis; resulting in firmer, more sculpted facial contours.
The ReFa CARATs solar powered micro currents are produced entirely from solar energy. This means you can take ReFa CARAT with you anywhere and never have to replace batteries or even plug it in to a charge outlet.
The small solar panel located on the top of the roller handle absorbs sunlight or indoor light converting it into a low level current emitted through the rollers directly to your skin.
The ReFa CARAT was made to last with the entire surface of the rollers platinum coated to be both acid and heat resistant in order to protect your skin. It can be used not only on your face but also all over your body including your thighs, target cellulite in the same manner as the lymphatic massage.
The ReFa CARAT is RRP $349.00 and available online at www.wcosmetics.com.au or at W Cosmetics stores in George Street, Sydney, Westfield Hurstville or the Macquarie Centre in North Ryde.
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Unfortunately, dark spots don’t just happen on the moon. Dark spots – aka sunspots – can occur on the skin of your face, neck, arms and the back of your hands and are caused by direct, prolonged exposure to the sun’s ultraviolet (UV) rays. And the bad news is, the older you get, the more sun exposure and sadly – more sunspots.
As they say, YOLO (aka You Only Live Once). Yet according to well-known clairvoyant Suzie Price, this simply isn’t true. And after a recent reading with Suzie, I tend to agree she may well be onto something.
Although I have a very open mind about the existence of an after-life, this didn’t stop me from being completely blown away by Suzie’s reading that provided more than a few OMG moments – this woman really knew her (and it seems my) sh*t.
As we all know, nothing spells relaxing more than a bottle of red wine, a cheese plate, zero kids and a NETFLIX fix.
My last Flix obsession was the gripping Making a Murderer doco which, along with a bottle of Shiraz and Blue Stilton, I devoured in a day and debated for weeks (and the saga continues with the latest news Brendan Dassey was released from prison only yesterday – when will it ever end? It just gets weirder).
My latest documentary obsession discovery on Netflix? Introducing AMANDA KNOX.
Now unless you’ve been living under a rather large boulder, you’ll know exactly who I’m speaking about. Amanda Knox was of course the pretty, young American student that left her hometown of Seattle, USA, heading to Italy for a year of fun and frivolity. Little did she know what should have been the best year of her life would turn into four years of hell after her flatmate Meredith Kercher was found murdered in their shared hillside villa in Perugia with Knox pinned for her murder.
To this day, Knox maintains her innocence, stating she was at her new lover Raffaele Solecito’s apartment at the time of the murder, discovering Kircher’s body only after she returned home in the early morning to shower. Solecito also found himself implicated by association and jailed; despite evidence, motive and his own denial of any involvement, along with the fact they had only known each other for a week. Yet none of this seemed to matter to the local Italian coppers, and combined with the major ego and arrogance of local lead prosecutor Giuliano Mignini, fueled by the thirst of unprecedented media interest based on her good looks and eccentric personality, Amanda and her boyfriend were both convicted and imprisoned.
Coined Foxy Knoxy by the tabloids, the trial by media became evident early, with the case turning around years later only after both appeal their convictions, and one by one, each shred of DNA becoming inconclusive with the lab and crime scene found to have been severely contaminated.
The entire case is as messy as a bowl of spaghetti and this doco is as bizarre as it is gripping for a whole bunch of reasons – namely thanks to Knox herself. Try as you like, it’s really hard to like her in a Lindy Chamberlain kind of way, which of course doesn’t make her guilty. But definitely makes her, well, odd. She states as narrator in present day with a distinct lack of emotion, “Either I’m a psychopath in sheep’s clothing or I’m you,” leaving you to ponder whether she really is devoid of remorse if guilty, or if she simply doesn’t give a shit anymore after years as an innocent woman spent in an International prison. Or as mentioned, more than a tad, well, strange.
Although both Knox and Solecito are now released and by law proven innocent and despite this documentary, the truth is, we will never really know what happened and who the killer really is. And that, my friends, is why we all love a good Netflix doco. So grab yourself a good wine and cheese combo and settle in for the ride.
‘He’s still got it’ is the tag line for Mel Gibson’s latest flick Blood Father and boy are they not kidding; Mel is undeniably back – and he’s meaner than ever.
No doubt Mel Gibson is 3% nuts and it’s exactly this reason that makes him so good in Blood Father. He literally could not have chosen a better comeback vehicle that ticks every single available box-office box.
This review comes with a warning; this movie is edge-of-your-seat riveting but definitely for not for the faint-hearted. If you don’t like in-your-face blood and guts, you may want to rethink watching the aptly named Blood Father. But if violence is your thing, then you’re in luck – Blood Father is just the movie ticket with Quentin Tarantino-style gore and witty one–liners delivered so seemlessly by Mel, I can’t even imagine any other actor delivering this character.
Mel plays John Link, an ex con and alcoholic, desperately trying to stay both sober and out of trouble since his release from prison. Link is living the quite life in a trailer park, inking the occasional tattoo for a buck and checking in with both his AA officer, and best friend and neighbour Kirby (the brilliant William H Macy) to keep him on track. All is going according to plan – that is until his missing 17 year old daughter Lydia (Erin Moriarty) turns up out of the blue with a few niggly problems Dad may well be equipped to handle; she has just shot her drug kingpin boyfriend Jonah (Diego Luna) so on her tail are not just the cops but the cartel. And they mean business.
Clearly the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree as both Link and Lydia form a long awaited father/daughter bond through their unlawful past and present. They hit up the road in a beat up Chevy Nova in a mad chase to redemption, staying only a whisker ahead of the good and bad guys, creating the maximum amount of carnage in their wake.
The pace of Blood Father is perfection with cleverly written banter peppering as fast at the bullets. Director Jean-François Richet (“Mesrine 1&2,” the “Assault on Precinct 13” remake) keeps the action and intensity up the whole way through, introducing a band of crooked characters so unsavoury you’ll be sure to ditch your Maltesers mid-way through.
Blood Father has just the right amount of everything that would make Goldilocks proud. At first impression, it’s easy to write the flick off as just another violent action thriller with Mel reprising his famous role of the unhinged Martin Riggs in Lethal Weapon. Sure, Mel has made mistakes and has weathered a few storms since then, but this translates in the depth of his character here, and you can’t help but forgive him both onscreen and off. The characters, however unscrupulous, are played so well you look beyond any judgement to understand how ones past can affect the future.
If you can get beyond the extreme force, at its core Blood Father is a brilliantly written, directed and acted story of redemption and love between a Father whose made mistakes and a daughter who’s future depends on her overcoming her own misjudgements. Go see it. It’s bloody good (excuse the pun).