Showing posts with label hershesons blowdry bar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hershesons blowdry bar. Show all posts

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

Oh Beehive Hershesons

Q. What’s big, bad and will make or break a party? A. A monster of a beehive of course!

Now, as you all know, I am not adverse to some experimentation in the hair and makeup department but when you’re working against the clock and have a massive sixties-style birthday party to set up, it can be a tad stressful (especially if you are the hostess and birthday girl rolled into one stress-ball of a package!). I knew exactly what I wanted to do makeup-wise (Galliano-esque exaggerated Twiggy eyes) but whenever I attempt a beehive, it always seems to look great from the front but a tragic, borderline partied-out Winehouse mess at the back.

Luckily, I heard about Daniel Hershesons Blow Dry bar in the Oxford Street branch of Topshop. Friendly stylist Sam wasted no time, whipping my barnet into a frenzy of fluff before carefully moulding my hair into a mound of perfection. As the Elnett began to clear I smiled a happy smile: my ‘Bardot’ looked lovely. Another bonus? I had it done at 3pm on Saturday and it lasted through ten hours of (pretty hardcore) partying, all through the Sunday and, I am slightly ashamed to admit, through my Monday at work too, where I swanned about with my slightly limp ringlets blowing in the air-conditioning with a faint waft of old cigarette smoke.

The moral of the story? Getting your hair blow-dried or styled only costs £21 and the results are absolutely astounding and the service quick and pleasant. Now, what next from the menu? The ‘Big and Bouncy or the half-up half-down ‘B-52?’ I’m considering going every week…

How to Book:
Hershesons Blow Dry Bar Oxford Street: 0207 927 7888
Hershesons Blow Dry Bar Westfields: 0208 743 0868
www.hershesonsblowdrybar.com


Myself and Hersheson's Sam, aka Beehive Extraordinaire






I know, I know, I need to get them done again. Is it not a bit Daphne Guinness though? Say 'yes' please



Okaaay, the changing room queue behind me started to stare at this point