How Garth Fisher Became the Go-To Plastic Surgeon for the West Coast Elite
The day before I sit in on Fisher’s breast surgeries, I observe him do a facelift consultation with a 72-year-old woman named Farzaneh Sperling, who owns a Los Angeles tailor shop and is originally from Iran. She has a frizzy black bob with short bangs, and the day she comes into Fisher’s office, she wears a black minidress covered in gold rivets. “I’m a seamstress. I don’t take your business, but that’s what I do too,” Fisher says jokingly, noting the parallels between tailoring the perfect outfit and the perfect body. She is seeking to stop the inevitable—getting older. The first thing he tells her is “You’re beautiful, you don’t need anything.” For the rest of the hour, the two subsequently discuss the things Sperling allegedly doesn’t need. She had, years ago, gotten a brow lift from Fisher, who, with his high caseload, had completely forgotten he’d done that. (“You fix me beautiful,” Sperling says of her previous surgery.) Now she wants a more extreme intervention. A deep plane facelift, which goes from the cheek …
