| Spectragenics Names Rpr Marketing Communications Agency of Record
NEW YORK, Feb. 15 /PRNewswire/ -- SpectraGenics announced today it has appointed Rpr Marketing Communications as its U.S. agency of record for TRIA, the first hair removal laser to enter the U.S. home-based beauty device market. SpectraGenics, Inc. is a leader in development of light-based therapeutic beauty devices that empower consumers to incorporate clinically proven aesthetic technologies into their personal care regimens. The TRIA, a patented hand-held laser hair removal device, recently received over-the-counter clearance from the United States Food and Drug Administration (FDA) for at-home use. The TRIA is the first in a series of at-home science-based beauty devices to be pioneered by SpectraGenics. "We are very excited about adding Rpr's energy, passion and expertise to the SpectraGenics business," said Robert Grove, Ph.D., CEO of SpectraGenics.
Man shot outside Deltona bar
Volusia County sheriff's deputies are searching for a suspect in the shooting of a Deltona man outside a bar after it closed early Sunday, a sheriff's spokesman said. Alexis Bonilla, 31, was shot twice in a parking lot near The Moon Tropical Bar, 1200 Deltona Blvd., spokesman Brandon Haught said. A witness took Bonilla to Florida Hospital Fish Memorial in Orange City, which notified the Sheriff's Office about the shooting at 2:33 a.m., Haught said. According to investigators, Bonilla was confronted by a man after leaving the bar at closing. A witness heard yelling and then two shots and saw a man jump into a car and drive off. The man looked to be in his late teens or early twenties, about 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighing 130 to140 pounds. He had buzz-cut blond hair, Haught said. The car was an older model white four-door Pontiac Bonneville or Grand Prix.
Strip tease: Gay characters find home in comics
If only he hadn't caught that flight to Peru, or hooked up with the mustached undercover cop in a public bathroom. If only the cop hadn't introduced him to the Queen of Mira Flores, former Empress of the Imperial Court of San Francisco, and a big-shot coke lord. If only he spoke a word of Spanish and had refrained from spending $100,000 on cocaine, which he ingested in the form of seven balloons. If only he'd passed on guzzling castor oil to quell his aching stomach. Then he wouldn't be facing 15 years in prison, or staring up from a hospital gurney. Decades later, artist Justin Hall met the unnamable man at Gold's Gym on Brannan Street in San Francisco. The man's arms were covered in prison tattoos and his story soon became a standout in Hall's queer cartoon series as "True Travel Tales No.
Reilly brings goofy rocker Dewey Cox to life
Dewey Cox rocks. And drinks. And does drugs. And sleeps with any number of women. And fathers a boatload of children by them. But most of all, he rocks. As does John C. Reilly, who plays him in "Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story." It's the role of a lifetime for Reilly, who plays Cox from a teenager to an old man (older actors playing kids are a running joke). He traces the history of rock embodied in one person, from Elvis through Dylan and the Beatles to Smile-era Brian Wilson to disco and punk and beyond. If it sounds ridiculous, well, duh. The latest comedy from Judd Apatow replaces the underlying sweetness of previous efforts such as "Knocked Up" and "Superbad" with a broad, out-and-out silliness. But if it's not as deep as those movies, which is kind of an odd but fitting word to use to describe them — it's often every bit as funny.
Spa's shutdown leaves some steamed
I'm a stranger to the modern world of spas and salons. For me, it's hard to part with $9 for a haircut at the barber shop. A pedicure is what I do when holes start appearing in my socks. And skin care means making sure all the soap is rinsed off before I climb out of the shower. But I have the greatest respect for the professionalism of the people who pamper those who are willing to shell out money for the extras. For almost 35 years, my father was "Mr. Rudolf," working first in major department store salons and eventually owning and operating Rudolf's Hairstylist, what in those days was known as a "beauty shop," in Louisville, Ky. In my preschool years, I would occasionally watch him work as he put foul-smelling liquids on the heads of grateful women, then set them under hair dryers that resembled the gaping maws of mechanical dragons.
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