a bare love letter

bare skin beautiful was born during the quarantine of 2020. An extremely blinding impactful awakening of self during the global pandemic and racial wounds rampantly unveiled unrests when I came to the realization that to age is a privilege.

10 years as a Private chef in the Hamptons began my career in alchemy, A focus on local fresh organic produce and seafood was the foundation of that career. During that time, a trip to East Africa, where I travelled alone through Kenya, Tanzania and Zanzibar for 4 months would forever change my course. Upon returning, the malaria I had contracted during my travels quickly resurfaced. It was then that the food career turned into a passion for food as medicine. As part of my cure to rid myself of the symptoms, a love affair with food soon faded when I started to treat myself to facials as a remedy - a rescue from the rigors of the physicality of cooking.

The enchantment and joy of food preparation transformed into the chemistry of skin preparations and massage. For 8 years I was the proud owner of Seaflower Spa in the heart of East Hampton, NY. A haven for all. In 2009, I stepped away to focus on raising my 2 year old daughter, Zinzi. 

Many years later, rooted in the desire to soothe, heal, and create, bare skin beautiful was born. A hope and personal responsibility of living to create and creating to live: a potent, alive beautiful product line was born. Something that was simple and caring for all skin types for Women Mothers Aunts Grandmas Daughters 

The only time that I will mention the term “anti-aging” would be now...to tell you that not one of my products will claim to anti-age you, how preposterous if you think about it, beautiful skin is healthy skin, not just young skin! Change your mind, simplify your regimen regarding all areas, take care of yourself, be beautiful. That begins on a cellular level, as does our overall health. There are no magic bullets, no $500 for one ounce miracle creams that excludes 99% of us from purchasing. Gone are the days of looking in the mirror and feeling bad. Pulling your wrinkles back so that your skin is taut, and thinking, “dang! There’s my face.” Feeling bad that you don’t look 25, or 30 years old. As we are all hypnotized into believing we have failed if we are 50 and do not...look 30 that is. Aging is a privilege.

with love,

Kim Keller