Chapter 27
Copper, a successful full-service men’s salon in London, had recently launched its flagship Manhattan store in a massive and elegant old bank at the edge of the West Village. A rumor had quickly spread amidst the s*x-savvy steam room set that you could get a facial “with sensual release” at the spa. Neal was there to find out if it was true and to see if it was a column worthy tidbit. The design of the spa, by Laurence Tangiers, simulated a submarine with chrome walls, accessories of ocean blue and silver, and soft azure lighting. The front desk, manned with athletic youths in yachting gear, bristled with attitude. Neal checked in anonymously, wondering why anyone would pay such outlandish prices to be treated with disdain by a blond boy in faux sailor gear. He’d requested Seba
