It's a SLIVING

Our columnist, DEREK C. BLASBERG, takes a spin with PARIS HILTON through her state-of-the-art at-home BEAUTY SPA and talks to the multitasking mogul about why her love of more—in both PERSONAL CARE and PROFESSIONAL FABULOUSNESS—is infinitely more FUN

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Not too long ago, I went to a birthday party for reality-TV matriarch Kathy Hilton at her daughter Paris's house in Beverly Hills. After a string of robberies (we've all seen The Bling Ring, right?), Paris had moved to a gated community on a secured ridge. As cake was being served, Paris's sister, Nicky, asked me if I knew about the club.

I was confused; Paris had told me she'd converted extra rooms into play spaces for her two children—Phoenix, two, and London, one—with her husband, entrepreneur and venture capitalist Carter Reum, who she married in 2021. Everyone knows Paris throws a good party; Snoop Dogg performed at her 44th birthday in February, where she raged with Sydney Sweeney, Jessica Alba, and Sofia Vergara. But I didn't think she had a disco in this house.

“No, not da club!” Nicky said, smiling. “Just wait.” As Nicky and I tiptoed to the other wing of Paris's mansion, I heard the familiar hum of low bass that grew louder and louder as we got closer, and I could see the glow of neon lights off in the distance. But when Nicky opened the door, there wasn't a DJ booth or bottle service. We had entered Sliving Spa, Paris's personal professional wellness center—and the largest, most elaborate beauty spa that I ever imagined could exist in someone's house.

For the uninitiated, sliving is Paris's portmanteau of slaying and “living your best life.” She is the spa's proprietor and only client. Its amenities include a hyperbaric oxygen chamber, an infrared sauna, two treatment beds, laser machines, a Pilates reformer, and a slew of other sculpting, zapping, and hydrating thingamajigs with names I couldn't pronounce. The hum I'd heard on the way in wasn't a bassline—it was the cryogenic chamber.