Medical tourism for Plastic Surgery is a $500 Billion Industry…
Yet, no one tells you where it’s Safe to go.
Thousands fly to Turkey for $300 veneers and crowns. But how many get nerve damage? A full 30% of these patients return home needing re-do surgeries — double the cost, triple the pain…
“HOLLYWOOD SMILES”
FROM ISTANBUL TO THE ICU...
OF DENTAL TOURISM CLINICS IN TURKEY ARE UNREGULATED
Over 1,200 women have died from cosmetic procedures in the last 6 years – mostly under 35
1 in 5 BBLs in South America performed illegally
In Brazil, the World’s second-largest plastic surgery market, the national medical association has reported 1 fatality every 48 hours related to aesthetic procedures, particularly from illegal BBLs (Brazilian Butt Lifts) and liposuction mishandlings.
Inside the Global Butchery of the Perfect Face
“She went for lips. She came back in a coffin.”
Across TikTok and Instagram, beauty no longer
evolves — it escalates.
One filtered selfie at a time, young women across the
globe board flights toward what can only be described
as The New Flesh Market.
1,2 MILLION/yearHAIR TRANSPLANTS + Hollywood Smiles
70% lower pricesthan in the U.S.A
But with that volume comes a surge in malpractice claims and botched results, especially from unlicensed bnb-style clinics.
A Chronicle of
A Chronicle of Flesh, Vanity, and Vanishing Souls
There was a time when beauty was rare – sacred, even. Today, it is bought in ten-session packages, between low-cost flights and half-hidden syringes tucked in counterfeit Louis Vuitton bags. Cosmetic surgery has become the secular liturgy of a world no longer waiting for grace, but editing itself.
From Mexico to Moldova, from Belgrade to Guadalajara, young women — and increasingly, young men — line up with lifted chins and frozen brows, like mannequins awaiting slaughter. The operating room has become the modern confessional. Except we no longer confess sins — we erase them.
In Warsaw, a rhinoplasty is performed like a sabre is forged — with art, secrecy, and danger. In Belgrade, cheekbones are negotiated like inheritances. In Moldova, mothers and daughters share the same surgeon, sometimes the same nose. The scalpel has become the artisan of sameness.
In Mexico, it’s the new gold rush: hospital-hotels, bedrooms turned into sterile surgery rooms, reused needles, cash in hand, and scars stitched too quickly. Silicone flows like champagne. Pain too.
And on the faded walls of unnamed clinics, young women pose like saints under fluorescent lights - mute, numbed, perfect.
It isn’t just skin that’s being sliced. It’s memory. The nose refined? A family lineage erased. The jaw projected? A buried rage re-sculpted.
These post-surgical faces - too smooth to smile, too tight to grieve - become masks. And behind the mask: nothing. No joy. No sadness. Only ambition.
Balzac would have seen a sickness of the middle class. Surgery is no longer the leisure of idle aristocrats. It’s the vengeance of those desperate to rise. Not correction - retaliation.
In a century, we’ll excavate burial sites filled with identical skulls: Same jaw. Same sockets. Same implants.
The crime isn’t surgery.
It’s standardization.
The genius of humanity is in its asymmetry – the surprising, the flawed, the inexplicable. We’ve traded all that for filters, templates, algorithms. We are now producing faces, not people.
THERE IS NO MYSTERY LEFT.
NO DISGRACE.
NO ACCIDENT.
ONLY BUNDLES.
PACKAGES. UNLIMITED EDITS.
THE WORLD IS NO LONGER TRAGIC.
IT IS RETOUCHED.