Hair-straightening treatments rely on heat, much like baking a pie or disciplining a rowdy ice sculpture. Wield warming power with today’s Groupon to DiGiovanni Beauty Salon in Coral Gables. Choose from the following options:
- For $89, you get one Lasio keratin hair-straightening treatment (up to a $350 value).
- For $159, you get two Lasio keratin hair-straightening treatments (up to a $700 value).
- For $199, you get three Lasio keratin hair-straightening treatments (up to a $1,050 value).<p>
The accomplished stylists at DiGiovanni Beauty Salon soften manes and bring strands to show-room silkiness against an auditory backdrop of humming blow dryers and contented sighs. During the 1.5- to 2.5-hour treatment, stylists divide hair into segments and brush the protein-rich serum into each lock, infusing hair with the strength of Superman’s handshake. The naturally occurring keratin penetrates deep into the hair cuticle to smooth roughened surfaces and yield sleeker, shinier hair. Tress whisperers blow-dry and flat-iron hair, activating the heat-seeking treatment to uncoil unruly coifs. After the treatment, hair may be more manageable and lithesome. Effects last for two to three months, and patrons can shampoo their hair after 24 hours or at the start of discount hour at the car wash.
Some hair-straightening products that claim to be formaldehyde-free include aldehyde compounds, which are similar to the carcinogen formaldehyde. Side effects may include nosebleeds, headaches, vomiting, and respiratory problems, among others. Learn more about the health risks here.
DiGiovanni Beauty Salon
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.