This may come as a surprise to you, but I was first hired at The Frisky as a beauty and style blogger. (This, of course, was before we realized my true calling was brainwashing the masses with my cuh-razy radicalism.) Back when I was a beauty gal, a company called Sevin Nyne sent me a bottle of Lindsay Lohan‘s Tanning Mist, made of caramel, goji berry and chardonnay extracts and promising a buttery, Lohan-like glow.
My pale ass was so excited. Naturally, I called my best friend, Christiane, and we scheduled a hot date to “Lo-tan.” But because half the notions I have in my brain are never seen through, we didn’t get around to it. Christiane and I dreamed about Lo-tanning for more than a year while she moved to Germany and back. But finally, this weekend Christiane braved the wilds of New Jersey for a “Lo-tanning” extravaganza. I stripped down to my undies … and emerged from the bathroom minutes later looking like that woman who gets stabbed in the shower in “Psycho.”
See my tragic photos of how Sevin Nyne Tanning Mist looked on my skin after the jump. Keep reading »