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Showing posts with label Hair Salon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hair Salon. Show all posts

Thursday, 8 December 2011

Coiffed not Stirred


Don’t you love a good haircut? I get really excited even thinking about it the night before, like Christmas Eve – I couldn’t wait to be pampered. This time, I was checking out Daniel Galvin’s new salon in the Corinthia Hotel in London. Talk about plush.
Everything about the experience was pure class – loved the products, which were a mixture of Kerastase and Moroccanoil – and the surroundings, which made me feel like Pretty Woman. The hairdresser was super knowledgeable, albeit a little quiet. I do love it when a hairdresser is explaining what they are doing as they are doing it.
The only thing missing was the buzz and banter that you get in a busier ‘boutique’ salon, like when I went to Gielly Green or Aveda, but the whole experience here is totally different. It’s a working woman’s pitstop (being a stone’s throw away from Charing Cross) or a hotel guests treat. Wonderful attention to detail, but didn’t make my hair stand on end with excitement.
*Image from Corinthia website.

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Hair Raisor


I have gone all out on the treatments front recently. The cherry on the cake was last week, being invited to Gielly Green for a haircut. This is the salon, whose products I have been salivating over for months. The products that I put in my bathroom 'just to test' and that had run out before I had time to add them to my blog. That's how much I loved them.
I was lucky enough to get my hair cut by Shai Greenberg, who I can only describe as a hairdressing demi-god. He performed a few manoeuvres that I had never even experienced before. Cutting your hair with your head upside down anyone?
The result was that my friend nearly walked past me in the street - she didn't recognise me. In a good way. And that is probably the best testimonial that I can give.
I say treat yourself - I've heard it many times, but hair and skin is really worth investing in. (Plus, they have THE most amazing flower bouquets ever).

Monday, 7 March 2011

One Sexy Fringe Please


Having no internet really does feel ridiculously archaic. I have since had to try and entertain myself ‘off-line’. And boy did I get some entertainment when I went for a wonderful haircut at Aveda’s Holborn Salon. Man, I LOVE that place. The last time I went there, I had the fantabulous Cher cutting my hair, and this time, I had the almost impossibly gorgeous Olivier seeing to my tresses.
What I really wanted is a fringe similar to my girl crush Freja Beha Erichsen. Quite short, quite messy and tres sexy. Olivier was up to the challenge. What I love about this Aveda salon is the little touches. A little shoulder massage before you’ve even had a chance to snoop at the magazines. Plus, the most amazing-smelling products. Fact. I got whiffs of my conditioner hours after I left the salon.

And the results were: a gorge haircut that will only get better with time (I can tell). A sexy fringe (even Olivier said it was) and one relaxed set of shoulders. If only every trip to the hairdressers was such bliss.

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Hair Do Me Good

Have you ever had one of those haircuts that is actually more than just a haircut, it’s a whole life-coaching session and dare I say it, life-changing? That is how I felt having been lucky enough to secure an appointment with the beautifully-named Cher at the Aveda Centre in London.
All wild-hair and straight-talking, Cher put me straight in no time. “Yes,” she says wisely, like she can instantly see through all my problems, “I see what you are trying to do here.” She is running her fingers through my poor, limp hair and says, “You’re trying to grow your hair, aren’t you? But your hair is having none of it. You are trying to make it do what it doesn’t want to do.” I was shocked! This is sure breaching the hairdresser-client etiquette guidelines? But it was definitely food for thought. It made me think that maybe I should accept that I might never get past the shoulder length hair I have had for a good few years now. And it also made me think what (or who) else I was making do things that are clearly never going to happen. Wise words indeed.
Either way, Cher’s intuition proved spot on and I had the best haircut I have ever had in my life. My hair also somehow smelt amazing for days, which never normally happens. A pricey indulgence, but oh so worth it. And if this is how good it looks now, I will be happy with shoulder-length hair forever.

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