All of my life, women have told me that they’d trade their straight tresses for my curls if only they could. To them I have always invariably replied, “Imagine waking up every single day with a do that looks like Bob Dylan.” End of discussion.
Curly hair is no walk in the park, especially on a humid day. It takes courage and solid self-esteem to resist straightening and blow-drying and come out to the world as your truest self: un-tameably curly.
Curly girls know that a bad haircut is like a failed romance: a catastrophic event that requires many, many months of recovery. And then; how to trust again? If you’ve ever had a haircut that left you looking like a) a head of cauliflower, b) a Poodle, or c) The Bride of Frankenstein, subsequent salon visits surely induced hives and hot flashes.
I am now here to tell you, relax – and I’ll tell you where: Dvir Salon in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn. It’s spacious, airy and light with kind and caring people and the wonderful Leslie whose artful hair-work can do no harm.
When I visited her, I said to leave length somewhere, which she did on the top and sides. I also asked her to work with the shape of my face: long and starting to sag. Out of the wild nest I walked in with, she sculpted a chic and funky bob – tapered in the back, long and curly on top. Leslie did what all curly girls want: she got me, she got my hair, no drama, no trauma.
I walked out of the salon and into a delightful spring day…happy.
But, dear reader, that is not the end of this story. The next morning I was able to re-create the look she gave me with ease – something unheard of in most all of my previous salon experiences. Now that I have someone I can trust, I will return again and again.
99 Bond Street