She Tweezed My Eyebrows Back Into Existence. I’m Converted.
In late January, when a friend emailed to alert me that her favorite brow person was doing a residency uptown not far from where I lived. I laughed. “I have no brows,” I responded. “I belong to the great Carolyn Bessette disappearing eyebrow generation!” I arrived in New York, young and impressionable, not long after…