LVS Salon Group's continually educated staff indulges clients' every feature with a kaleidoscopic slate of hair, nail, and skin services. While a stylist brightens a mane with highlights or blow-dries locks, a multitasking patron can lend paws to a technician for a professional manicure and pedicure crowned in durable gel lacquers or acrylic nails. For at-home beauty care or to sate the whines of unpampered mannequins, the salon stocks a brigade of products that includes Creative Nail Design, Matrix, Marilyn Brush, and Moroccanoil.
Kids often take after their parents, and Armin Khavari is no exception. After growing up watching his parents run a beauty business, it seemed only natural for him to use his own experience and found Armin Salon-Spa. Alongside a group of skilled stylists, Armin clips and reshapes hair into trendy forms, colors locks with bold new hues, and conditions strands. On the spa side, massage therapists knead away stress, nail technicians retouch hands and feet, and aestheticians restore skin's youthful vitality and original shrink wrap.
The established stylists and aestheticians at Mimi’s Hair Studio & Spa beautify and relax clients any day, whether it's a regular weekday or one’s wedding day. With a menu of services that includes haircuts, blowouts, and partial highlights, the crew aims to infuse each client's personal style into the finished look. Alternatively, their mani-pedis keep nails looking as bright, strong, and beautiful as a sun-soaked wrecking ball.
Walking in to Armandeus, the first thing clients will likely notice is the stark whiteness of the place: the walls, the floor, the ceiling. It creates a uniquely modern and clean aesthetic, but it also allows the ruby red and lime green chairs to pop, not to mention the shelves filled with green, purple, and yellow bottles. But the bottles are not for display only; licensed stylists use them during their designer cuts and keratin services. For color services, the team relies on L'Oreal INOA color, which eschews all amonia ingredients and, like a month-and-a-half long shower, keeps hair hydrated for up to six weeks.
The dual-coils on Triware Technology's titanium necklace sport the custom-color accents and logos of wearers' favorite MLB teams. Phiten's aqua titanium weaves through the outer-nylon fabric on necklaces for a comfortable fit, and a micro-titanium sphere and elastomer compound core add flexibility to the bands. Held together by seam guards, the durable 22-inch necklaces boast of fans' allegiances through constant wear and the occasional disgusted toss toward relievers that can't hold a three-run lead with two outs in the 8th.
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.