Friday, July 11, 2014

love, love my new hairdresser

Josie, Sam's girlfriend, has a great cut.

I decide to try her haircutter as I really don't have one I like.

Josie tells me his name is Victor and he works at Bergdorf's salon.  Right away I think two words: pretentious and expensive.  He is neither.  Definitely not pretentious, and not in the stratosphere of price.

I check out Victor's bio on the salon's website.  Every stylist has their own page. "Victor transcends trend to deliver exquisite, edgy looks."  I like that.  I always want edgy but never seem to make it there.  

Bergdorf's is a dangerous place for me. I arrive early and manage to escape the shoe department's 60% off sale unscathed.  The John Barrett Salon, on the 9th floor, is beautiful.  Apparently it used to be the private home of Mr. Goodman's son's family.  They lived in the 17 rooms above the store for fifty years.  After the death of Mr. Goodman's son, the space was converted to, of all things, a hair salon.  

It is quite posh and very professional.  I am greeted by an ipad-holding young man who confirms my appointment.  Then I'm directed to a small room where I can change into a dressing gown.  I am offered coffee, cold drinks, or various kinds of teas.  And, there is no wait,  despite there being customers everywhere.

Victor comes out to greet me and I like him immediately.



He is warm, friendly, and has good ideas.  Nothing very radical: long layers, shorter swept bangs, and maybe a little curl.  

The salon itself is bright and sunny, with spectacular views of Central Park. Victor treats me as if I were his only customer.  He is not rushed.  His cut and blow dry after are spectacular.  I am so pleased.

By the time I leave, I feel like I've known Victor for years.  I tell him I'll be blogging about him and ask for his card.  He hands it to me and I notice it has the name Christophe on it.  "I thought your name was Victor?"  I ask.

Like the stars of Hollywood, when Christophe started working at this salon, there was another Christopher and Christoph already there, so he was asked to go by another name.  He chose Victor.

Victor, Christophe, whatever.  The important thing is that he is great!  Finally, I've found a haircutter I love.








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