“Meet me at my house at ten. I live just down from SoulCycle in Bridgehampton. You know, across from Madonna.”
It is a Monday in high summer and Dr. Paul Jarrod Frank, who usually practices cosmetic dermatology on Fifth Avenue in New York City, has his Botox syringes loaded at his weekend house. On Mondays, “friends and family” are invited to wander into Dr. Frank’s house in their beach cover-ups, their riding breeches, their Bandier Crop Leggings and Power Bras for a quick hit of Botox. The doctor might be wearing a bathing suit or shorts, and because you are friends and family, he’ll kiss you on the cheek and ask about your mother, your sister, the kids, maybe your husband.
