Ben Hoyle books in with Sonya Dakar, Hollywood’s top facialist

Leonardo, Tom and Chris swear by Sonya Dakar’s rejuvenating, but painful, treatment.

I’M lying under a panel of blinding infra-red lights with my eyes scrunched shut while the doyenne of Hollywood skincare grinds four prongs of searing hot metal across the tenderest parts of my face.

Sonya Dakar has already smeared natural acid and synthetic snake venom all over my cheeks and forehead, pinched and kneaded my nose till my toes waggled then “resurfaced” my face with a wand tipped with crushed diamonds to give me a glimpse of what Leonardo DiCaprio, Jennifer Lawrence, and Gwyneth Paltrow apparently submit to in the run-up to the Oscars.