Mind, Body and Organic Martinis in Miami Beach
NYT. By Maureen Dowd. Once you went to a spa when you felt tense. Now you feel tense going to a spa. Is it really right to lie around in sunny Florida, at the opulent Canyon Ranch Miami Beach, getting an oil-drizzle four-handed massage when the grandfatherly grifter Bernie Madoff has left large chunks of Palm Beach and New York – not to mention Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick – tapped out? (Six Degrees of Depression?)
Isn’t it obnoxiously self-regarding to focus on “Your Transformation” – a phrase Canyon Ranch has somehow trademarked – when America has undergone a transformation into a place where vain fripperies and vulgar extravagances are met with a gimlet eye?