January 2, 2003 |
Spend any period of time within any of this city's more happening clubs or parties -- say, Grand Avenue's Club Naked or Monster Massive -- and you'll see massage tables set up among the glow sticks and the smart-drink bars. A reflective sign reading "Lotus Bodyworx" is positioned on one of the tables, a hula hoop with torches around its edge leaning against it.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
June 24, 2001 |
Out on location at a high desert trailer park, costume supervisor Patti Cohoon Friedman groaned between takes. The shoot for "An American Girl," a dark comedy about a dysfunctional family, had kept Friedman on the dusty and rusty set 14 hours a day for weeks. "Oh, the stress," she said. That was a cue for Anne Wilde, a traveling masseuse who kneads away the kinks and knots of Hollywood's well-knowns and unknowns.
August 2, 2004 |
Massage therapist Shay Beider's clients are usually attached to gawky high-tech machines, intravenous tubes or seated in wheelchairs. Today, her 4 p.m. appointment is with David Johnson. The 5-year-old, who grabs at the netting around his bed and grunts softly, is relearning how to talk and walk after a hit-and-run accident in April left him in a coma. Beider rubs scented almond oil into her hands and closes her eyes.
August 14, 2004 |
For farm wife Zhang Meiqing, the advice from her older brother seemed sage: Toiling in the rice paddies was fool's work, he said. Come to the city for a career of washing and rubbing people's feet -- that's the path to riches. So the 32-year-old mother left behind her village in southern Hainan province a year ago to join a surging wave of migrant laborers who make up one of the lowest rungs of urban China's new underclass: foot massage workers.
November 1, 2013 |
ISTANBUL, Turkey - Inside the Cagaloglu Hamami, my masseuse, a short, paunchy woman of about 50, sings as she exfoliates me from head to toe with a rough mitt. The sweet melody contrasts with the gruff scrub job. Every few minutes, she douses me with a pail of warm water and off goes another layer of skin and, increasingly, my cares. At one point, she shows me the mitt as if for emphasis. I make a mental note to tip more. A slap on the leg signals me to turn over. I manage to flop onto my stomach, and she begins lathering me all over with soap - first hoisting one arm, then another.
October 22, 1997 |
Babies who need to relax after a long, hard day of eating, sleeping and crying can now unwind the same way adults do: by enjoying a soothing massage. "A lot of people ask, 'Why do babies need massage? They don't go to work, they don't have to worry about paying bills, they're not stressed out,' " says Cindy Charleton, a registered nurse and certified infant-massage instructor from Huntington Beach. "But infants need tactile stimulation, and this encourages parents to touch their baby."
September 3, 2007 |
The slap, slap, slapping resounded through the air, punctuated by screams of pain and slightly hysterical giggling. It sounded like dozens of hands thwacking dozens of bare buttocks. Several rooms, each with 10 willing sufferers stretched out on chaise longues were being simultaneously tortured by nubile girls and agile boys. Where was this den of depravity? Were we in some ante room of hell -- or was it heaven? It was neither.
May 22, 1990 |
The first rule is: Don't rub the boss the wrong way. Following that rule, masseuse Donna Steinberg squeezed her way into a Century City high-rise last week to give 10-minute, $10 "stress breaks" to a group of attorneys and law office employees. Steinberg works for a fledgling company that offers quick massages to busy executives who are in a hurry to relax between meetings, phone calls and power lunches. Problem is, most bosses and office managers turn a cold shoulder to the service.
HOME & GARDEN
May 1, 2003 |
THE big, leather recliner on the showroom floor is not terribly attractive, but it looks snuggly. So you sit down, ease in and press a button. Suddenly, rollers begin pulsing through the recliner's back as if it were hiding Alien, the chair starts shaking like it hit airplane turbulence and the rollers head down to the very lowest regions of the lower back. Then further. This is not your father's La-Z-Boy.
May 3, 2004 |
The knot in my upper right back had become as constant and loyal as a best friend. I blamed it on writer's schlump -- that slouchy way I sit at the computer and type my heart out on a regular basis. My chiropractor told me I have arthritis in my neck and shoulders; his adjustments helped, but the pain always came back. My yoga teacher said my posture wasn't centered; I leaned too far forward with my head, thereby straining the shoulder.