Once when I was in my teens my aunt Ruth told my of haircuts she used to recieve at a swanky healthclub she worked at in Chicago…she told me of haircuts where EVERY hair fell into place…I have since through a series of trial and errors advanced from horrible haircuts in a friends living room to Andrés…
Many wonder why I am willing to drive so far (and pay so much) for my haircuts. (In defense of the $ part I only go every 3-4 months, not every six weeks like most women I know). And for 6 weeks I look great and for the rest of the time I am saving to go again. I buy cheap shampoo and sometimes 99 cent lip glosses (even though my heart yearns for Chanel) but Andrés my stylist is a WIZARD and thus my vice and if you live anywhere within 200 miles of his salon a sit in his chair would be worth it. It’s been 6 years now and as long as I can help it no one else will EVER touch my hair. So why do I drive to far and skrimp and save…I thought some pictures would speak a thousand words…trust me, these were taken late at night and don’t do his work justice…the next day I had my hair in a knot and then took it down and it did not even need brushing!