A couple nights ago, deep into the early AM, I started thinking about tanning salons: how crazy it is that people lock themselves inside radiation-beds and sizzle in rows like hot dogs at a state fair. The radiation turns the skin's outer layer into a protective callous; a tan is nothing more than crust.
But, maybe even crazier than tanning beds are these things, facial tanning units. Look at the model's beautiful and authentic sun-blasted rash:
