I was stepping off a flight in heels, red lipstick on, rolling my cabin bag through arrivals, when a text came through:

“Any chance you can squeeze me in tonight? I’ve got an event tomorrow and I need your tan.”

It was 8:30pm. I hadn’t even taken my lipstick off.
But the machine was already warming up before I’d kicked off my shoes.

This is how Casa Bare started.

After flights. Before birthdays. Between shifts (getting changed in my car).
Because when something makes people feel that good in their skin — you don’t ignore it.

I didn’t mean to start a tanning business.
But after one gifted spray tan machine in 2012 (thanks, modelling gig), too many bad tans, and friends who kept saying,
“Chloe, this is honestly the best tan I’ve ever had” — it just kept growing.

Casa Bare was built on obsession.
With skin. With colour. With perfecting a natural tan. With that feeling you get when you look in the mirror and go:
“Oh. There she is.”

I was sick of spray tans getting a bad rap.
Too orange. Too obvious. Too sticky. Too “that fake tan smell”.

But every time my clients walked out glowing, people didn’t ask where they got their tan.
They asked “Where have you been?”
Like they’d just stepped off a flight from somewhere in Europe, sun-kissed, and expensive.

That’s the magic.
Believable. Undetectable. Effortless — applied with precision, delivered to your door, and designed to last.

This is tanning for women who know better.
Luxury that moves with you.