I'm A Tanning Virgin – Can The King Of Tan Convert Me?

Before the tan
I have a confession to make: I am a fake tan virgin.
In fact, I'm a real tan virgin, too. Blessed with my father's Irish genes, my hair is naturally red and my skin is naturally ghostly. I wear SPF 50 every day, sit in the shade, and was that child in the pool in Majorca wearing a flap cap and big T-shirt over my swimsuit.
Then came the '00s: a glorious time, when a denim-clad Britney and Justin reigned supreme, eyebrows were plucked into obscurity and roll-on glitter was the height of school disco sophistication. I'm pretty sure the only highly questionable trend I didn't try was fake tan. My friends used Johnson's Holiday Skin and Rimmel Sun Shimmer religiously (the classier girls used St Tropez, of course), and it was enough to put me off for life.
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Not that I looked better; god, no. It was the look du jour, and while they worked Girls Aloud and Jessica Simpson levels of bronze, I was heckled and told to put my pasty whites away. It was the process and maintenance that deterred me. The sticky skin, the stained bedsheets, the darker patches around elbows and knees, the smell... Don't get me wrong, I'm more dedicated to beauty than most, but my favoured treatments involve less faff and last much longer.
And yet. Every time summer comes around I find myself lured into the Insta-trap; the grid of glowing women with sun-kissed limbs, a sprinkle of freckles across their nose. Sure, I'll never look like them but coming out of a long, dark winter with pins like milk bottles doesn't exactly make you feel pumped for summer. Sunbeds aren't an option for me as skin cancer runs in my family, but I didn't trust the bottled stuff to give a natural enough hue. Enter: Isle of Paradise.
Before the tan
After the tan
The newly launched brand was founded by tanning supremo Jules Von Hep, the man behind the radiant skin of countless celebrities and influencers, with a long career at some of the biggest tanning brands around. Having spied Jules' latest move on Instagram, I went to him with my tanning concerns. "When you get a fake tan you want it to look like you've been on holiday, not like you got it from a bottle," Jules reassures me. "In the past, formulas have given you a uniform colour across your entire body, which just isn't what happens when you go abroad."
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So how does Isle of Paradise differ from the thick, muddy formulas of the '00s? Made up of three products – a tanning water spray, a mousse and drops – in three shade ranges – dark, medium and light – Jules wanted to focus on hydration, scent, and being fuss-free. Firstly, his products are essentially water and mousse infused with tanning agents, so add moisture to the skin. Secondly, there isn't a whiff of biscuits anywhere, thanks to the formula's cucumber and eucalyptus, which is mega refreshing. Finally, there's no guide colour, so you could be wearing white jeans and still not get a smudge of tan on your clothes. No excessive bedsheet-washing here.
All of this feels a lot less intimidating than the tan I assumed I'd be getting. I strip down to my knickers, put my hair in a towel, and hop into Jules' tanning tent. I apologise to him for my body, for having to see me naked, but he makes me feel immediately comfortable, explaining that every woman who gets into the booth does the same. "Look, I've worked with Victoria's Secret models, but they look like 1% of the women I work with on a daily basis. I want Isle of Paradise to speak to, not down to, women. You don't tan for anyone else, you tan for yourself, to look in the mirror and feel that much more confident."
He starts by spraying me all over with the Isle of Paradise Priming Spray, which works like a makeup primer in that it makes your tan last much longer, but activates at low pH levels, so it doesn't smell bad. Next he tackles the rougher areas like feet, knees, elbows and around the fingers with an aloe vera-based moisturiser. Then I stand in a variety of yoga-like positions while Jules sprays my entire body using the Isle of Paradise Water Spray in Peach, the lightest shade. It smells amazing and is so refreshing I think it would bring me back to life on a terrible hangover. Once Jules has gone over every patch of skin, he dries me with a cool-set dryer (a cold hairdryer would work at home), and I get dressed and go.
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When I leave I'm the tiniest bit sticky, but nowhere near as much as I thought I'd be. I'm wearing a loose dress which helps to continue the 'airing out', but Jules tells me to avoid getting super sweaty for the day. He encourages me to add a few drops of the Isle of Paradise Self-Tanning Drops to my face moisturiser over the next few days as the colour on my face will fade first. I have my tan done at 9am and by 3pm it's come up; by the time I go home at 6pm it's very, very noticeable. It's actually quite alarming.
After the tan
However, Jules warned me about this, so I try not to panic and go home to shower off the tan. I emerge looking less Tanning Mom and more week-in-Italy glow. I'm hooked – this isn't what I actually look like post-one week in Italy, but my reflection could've fooled me. Why haven't I been doing this my whole life?! I feel more inclined to show off my limbs in summer dresses, and I get a sense of that confidence Jules was talking about.
For the next two days, I enjoy this new version of me; I look healthier on the outside than I actually am on the inside, and although my white triangle of a bum means I look ridiculous naked, my balayage looks brighter and my eyes more blue.
On day three, though, the tan goes awry. I look in the mirror post-run and I'm gutted to find a brown cow. My chest is still day-one tanned, but my boobs, underarms and tummy are as pale as the day I was born. My boyfriend finds the whole debacle hilarious, and no amount of bathing and scrubbing evens out the patchiest areas.
The products used by Jules smelled great; I didn't have to change my sheets the morning after, and I enjoyed two full days of an even, features-accentuating, illuminating tan. But as it turns out, I don't think fake tan is for me. While I do believe Isle of Paradise is the coolest and most contemporary out there – not least for the positive representation of women's bodies in the brand campaign, something close to Jules' heart – for me, the maintenance is still too much. I think the line would work perfectly for a special occasion or event – say, the day before your wedding or a big birthday. But as a regular treatment, I couldn't keep up. Of course, I am but one woman with one skin tone, and on darker skin the contrast might not look as obvious by day three.
Jules certainly made the concept of fake tan feel less alien and intimidating, and he highlighted the fact that a bronzed hue can give someone the boost of confidence they need to face summer, when women's bodies are constantly scrutinised. For that, I highly rate both the brand and the choice to get a tan. But now the colour has faded, I appreciate my vampire-like pale skin even more.
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