Hair Salons in Brownsville

The first Franck Provost salon opened the doors to its hip French studio in 1975, just two years before Franck Provost himself was crowned the world hairdressing champion. With an excess of 600 locations in 20 countries today, his salons continue to uphold his award-winning level of hairstyling. Every location boasts an ultramodern interior adorned with white walls, metallic accents, and slick, black styling chairs. The stylists also stick to stringent hygiene and safety standards, which ensure that all tools are sanitized after they are used on a client or picked up by a hair-envious Mr. Clean.

Within Salon New Image's full-service confines, stylists, aestheticians, and nail technicians convene to serve their clients' all-around beauty needs. As a Paul Mitchell Focus salon, New Image's full spectrum of haircare services are furnished with Paul Mitchell products, which stylists use to refashion hairdos into glamorous shapes, add hair color vibrant enough to send rainbows to the unemployment line, and treat strands to moisturizers and dandruff-busting tea-tree infusions. On the spa side, skincare specialists leverage the powers of mineral-oil-free Dermalogica products to reanimate the glow of youthful-looking faces and clear away acne and dead skin. Nail technicians extend the salon's revitalizing treatments to nails with manicures and pedicures, while waxing services unburden bodies of unwanted hair, leaving the skin smooth and soft to the touch.

Sara Manis created Beauty Essence as a one-stop shop for beauty services. From basic pedicures to spellbinding prom hairstyles, her salon strove to meet its clients' every whim. Not one to sit idly, she soon added 10 new stylists and nail technicians in order to let guests choose from a wider selection of experts. Today, the salon's range of specialties has expanded to include hairstyling and coloring, updos, manicures, spa pedicures, and waxing on a service menu complete enough to refine clients getting ready for either a night out on the town or a night at home sitting in a gold-plated La-Z-Boy.

At Diana Smith Beauty, skilled hands perform head-to-toe cosmetic transformations. A stylist can accentuate natural hair with full highlights or a straightening treatment or add length and volume by attaching extensions with tape, micro links, or heartwarming group bonding exercises. The multitalented staff also offers permanent or traditional makeup, mani-pedis, and bridal beauty services.

Even as a child, Gustavo Briand's fascination with hairstyling was so strong, he was willing to get into trouble for it. In the years since he lopped off the locks of his sister and all of her dolls, he's gained enough fans to outweigh any early disapproval his passion encountered. Those fans tend to be highly visible: a lifelong lover of the arts, he's styled a long list of opera stars, prepped heads for the red carpet at London Fashion Week, and performed pro-bono work for the Florida Grand Opera, the Miami City Ballet, and the Miami Symphony Orchestra.

In his home studio, Briand and his team draw from a service menu spiked with innovative techniques. Ionic infrared technology leaves blowouts smooth but not overly dry, Davines and Sojourn shampoos and conditioners are specially formulated to restore dehydrated hair, and hair extensions are applied with a minute "lock-and-key" system that requires no adhesives, duct tape, or other potentially damaging techniques.

Yes, there have been times when I've wished I could do it all myself. Times I've dreamed of snipping through those blond and amber tendrils bound only by the vast horizon of my will, wholly immune to the whims of that hand which guides my every move. Such bondage! Tell me—what able-bodied creature does not crave an accomplishment to call his own? What noble steed has not dreamed of charging into battle with a sword clutched in his hoof rather than with a cumbersome knight straddling his back?

Granted, I am just a pair of scissors. But do I not have a soul? Do I not, like she who grasps me, have two arms? I would happily give them both for a voice with which to lament my pitiful condition. I have much to be thankful for—this much is true. My blades are sharp; my reflexes strong. Alas, my strengths are not entirely my own.

But when we work in tandem, her and I—when her hands fuse to my handles and I respond to the touch of her fingers before they even squeeze … well, that’s when the existential dread falls away like so many clipped tresses to the floor, replaced by an overwhelming sense of duty, adventure, even—dare I say it?—pride.

Together, we are no less than trail scouts, blazing through chaotic thickets in the name of civilization. Together, we have conquered the stubbornest of cowlicks and disciplined the most uneven of bangs. We've felt the hard rain of spray bottles pound upon us as we marched around the ear line and ascended toward the highest summits of the scalp.

I have listened for—and hear even now!—a chorus of blow-dry minstrels that sings of our conquests. The tales of our triumphs have spread to the farthest-flung corners of DiGiovanni Beauty Salon. Those who enter from the outside world may not know my name, but when they ask for my stylist, who does she fetch from the blue well of barbicide? No one but I!

To conquer the unkempt. To restore order to a world entangled in chaos. These are my goals. Yes, I am just a pair of scissors. But my blades are sharp, my reflexes are strong, and my victories outnumber the hairs on the most fertile scalps my arms have traversed.