[image error]When I was in my teens, tanning was a must, an obligation and a matter of common decency. Who didn't tan was completely out. My Italian half of the family was full of obsessed tanners, except for my Italian grandma whose porcelain skin was soft and almost wrinkle-free even in her eighties.
Until my early twenties I roasted my poor skin in the sun throughout the year because thanks to my frequent travels there was always a place hot enough to tan. It was an exhausting, painful process as I had ...
Published on October 18, 2011 06:05