There is a very specific promise held out by the specter of the new sculpted face—"a new new look that is neither too obviously nipped and tucked by the plastic surgeon’s scalpel, nor overinflated and frozen by the dermatologist’s needle, and popularized on social media by a crop of increasingly famous facialists touting noninvasive techniques and commanding quadruple-digit price tags (and lengthy wait lists)," @frynaomifry writes in #theseptemberissue issue as next-gen facials become beauty's latest obsession. But aside from identifying these treatments' ability to achieve “the inverted pyramid of youth”—a slim lower face, defined jaw, and voluminous cheekbones—Fry hones in something else that feels novel in the increasingly over-filled aesthetics landscape: “there is also something undeniably pleasurable, even mood-boosting, about having one’s skin manipulated, stroked, touched—an intimate experience distinct from the need to intervene, to fix oneself, to pull and prod and inject." She also managed to work the word "manwich" into an expertly crafted intro, for which I am eternally grateful. Link in Stories for the full article. 📸 @blobbybloherty @voguemagazine @voguebeauty