Parisian Spa Institute is a "student driven" institute, training the next generation of beauticians in cosmetology, nail technology, skincare, massage services. The spa specializes in nail services and enhances every digit with knowledge of trending styles and an arsenal of acclaimed brands, including Minx, Shellac, and OPI Shatter. Private spa treatment rooms situated along a quiet corridor invite customers to take relaxing escapes with Swedish, hot-stone, and deep-tissue massages or polish up their countenances with eyebrow threading.
Compliments by Sherry & Co. Inc. is in the business of making problems disappear. Unwanted frizz and curls disappear during Brazilian Blowouts. Unwanted bikini, leg, and facial hair disappear during waxing sessions. And unwanted length is chopped off during haircuts that range from classic to cutting-edge. The staff also jazzes up plain nails with colorful polish and smoothes knotted muscles with relaxing massages.
At The Salon by Pat Cole at Harbour Village, a medical facial can mean different services for different patients. The emphasis on personalization could lead to varying combinations of extractions, exfoliations, chemical peels, and even the same treatments used for robot facials?radio wave treatments. Beyond facials, the salon offers manicures and pedicures, eyelash extensions, and hair styling and coloring.
Pampered and Polished Spa in the Arlington area of Jacksonville is a full-service spa and salon providing skin and esthetician services. The low-key treatment center offers everything from facials, waxing, manicures and pedicures to a variety of body work and massage therapy services, including couples massage, Swedish massage, hot stone massage and full-service hair options. Soothing and calm with rattan chairs, a palm tree tropical theme, bamboo rolling shades and dim track lighting, the sea foam soft colors and dimly lit therapy rooms at Pampered and Polished Spa provide relaxation and comfort. A mural of a large tree in the lobby feels calm and serene, and the prices won’t make you lose your cool, either. For the budget-conscious, weekly specials and holiday packages are available as well.
Lisa D'Amico knows her way around haircare. Along with her colleague Donnie Clark, the two have more than 30 years of combines experience in the beauty and hair industry. Lisa administers her styling services, which include highlights, straightening, and blowouts, in addition to trims and color applications that complement your skin tone or your mood at that very second.
The moon hung low by the windows, and he could not sleep. An idea had arrived in the man's mind like a midnight caller, rapping on the glass and driving out all chance of rest. He lurched out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen, his arm knocking a bowl of blood oranges off the counter, sending them skittering across the floor.
His mind was fixed on a singular shape, an edgeless figure of circles sliding within circles. Unprompted, his eyes began finding the maddening pattern in the grain of the wood planks underfoot, the folds of the curtains over his sink, and even the whorls on the ends of his own fingers. The man seized a knife, not with any violent intention—as the charlatans at the university had suggested!—but rather in his frenzy to bring the shape into reality with the crude matter in his kitchen. But even as he vivisected a sweet potato on a counter slick with clotted tempura sauce and clumps of rice, he despaired of creating it himself. His fingers crawled up his face, finding a mask of stark horror that no mirror had ever showed him.
He rushed out the front door. The idea was a hook that had sunk into his brain, and now it reeled him through the moonlit streets of Jacksonville—the line going slack as he crossed Sans Pareil Street, pulling taut over Beach Boulevard—until he stood on Kernan again. Of course he would find himself back on Kernan, the site of the accident years ago! But the doctors had told him never to think of that.
His bare feet slapped the concrete as he crossed the empty parking lot, certain now that he would find answers inside Ginza Japanese Cuisine. He stood before its doors for a moment before they opened with a whisper. Silent figures stood by the entry, ushering him to a table deep inside. On it there were piled, in stacks and mounds, pygmy cylinders made in that singular shape that had blotted out all other thoughts. His tongue was loose in his mouth as he approached the table.
A change in the air told him that the attendants had moved in noiselessly behind him. He turned. And as he stared into the smiling faces around him, he saw nothing but understanding in their eyes.