The people behind the chair

I have never had a colourist tell me no before. Marisol talked me out of the photo I brought, explained exactly why, and gave me something better. Three years later I still drive across the city.

Devon cuts my hair dry, asks about my mornings, and somehow it still looks right four weeks later. That has never happened to me anywhere else.

They came to the venue, brought their own lighting, and had all six of us finished twenty minutes early. On a wedding morning that is worth more than the price.

Priya did not try to sell me a single thing. She told me two products to stop using. My skin has not looked this calm since my twenties.

I was the only man in the nail bar the first time and nobody made it weird. Now I book standing appointments. Chase is an artist.