THE FIRST thing I notice about South Carolinian Edward Bess when I meet him in person is his hair – the luscious chestnut locks he's always brushing away from his cherubic face. It's the sort of hair that girls dream of. Not that his thick lashes, pillow pout and other-worldly glow aren't also envy-inspiring. Or his whippet-thin waistline and long limbs. In fact, Bess is a vision fit for the Belle Époque – he makes TV vampire heart throbs look positively mundane; yep, Lestat, Louis and Edward would writhe with jealousy at the site of this willowy beauty entrepreneur.