I heard from my friends that this was THE place to get your hair done. I go in and I swear I must've had 666 on my forhead because everyone turned and looked at me and then ignored me. I get a girl, Katie, to cut my hair. Wrong from the word Go. I didn't ask for her. She brags about how she is some sort of teacher or something for Paul Mitchell. Someone get her a Bagel, because I am impressed. NOT! She didn't listen to me at all. I wanted a trim. T R I M! Not that hard. I suppose I asked for too much. Dingbat cut my hair so short I couldn't stand it. The Salon is nice but someone needs to tell them that they are posers: pretenders. DO they all have to be Punk with the same Tat. Are we 4. I want to dress like you. OOh! Sorry, I am just angry. They were just girls with their claws out and pretending to be good. My hair was ruined. I went to work the next day and they laughed. Laughed. Oh I hope I get to cut their her hair one day. Hey, Guess what, I have a Masters Degree because I graduated early and I earn way more than you and I can cut hair better than you. Get you hair cut here and be prepared for gum chewing, knife in the back bragging posers along with the worst haircut of you life and pay more than it is worth. Save your money and cut it yourself.
Pros: Yeah, Sure!
Cons: Studio 21
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