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Hair hurdles
It's a dilemma that has haunted women throughout the ages. A quest so arduous, it's right up there with finding an honest mechanic or the ever-elusive Mr. Right: The search for the perfect hairdresser.
By Lara Landa
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The hair before the guru's touch.
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Finding a great hairdresser is, in many ways, a far more demanding process. You could comb the clubs, online single sites and Home Depots on a daily basis in search of your "special someone," but you can only seek out your perfect hairdressing match once every six weeks. Armed with this sad knowledge I've been able to justify allowing my locks to go neglected for years on end. My hair story has essentially been the same for nearly two decades: Long, straight and parted on the side. No wild experimentation or dalliances with colour, save for a corkscrew perm gone terribly wrong in my early Twenties. Hair has always been a nagging afterthought at best. That is, until Vogue Editor in Chief Anna Wintour confided to Barbara Walters that she's had the same trademark hairstyle since the age of 15. As much as I appreciate our like-mindedness when it comes to hair longevity, I'm certainly no Anna Wintour. I needed help. And fast.
The name Bill Angst was bandied about in my teens when I was starting my career as a soon-to-be failed model. By the time I realized I was in desperate need of his help, it was too late. Bill's client roster was full and would remain that way for twelve long years. And even though his popularity hasn't waned, as his recent write-up in the March issue of Vogue confirms, Bill recently announced his decision to open his doors to the public and take on new clients. At last! I was to be saved.
Visiting Salon Angst is what I imagine Heaven to be like. Bill is standing behind the appointment desk and greets me with a beatific smile and a simple, "Hello, Lara." It seems a bit strange that this incredibly tall man who I've never met before knows who I am. But really, shouldn't the person in charge of your salvation immediately be on a first-name basis with you? And when you envision walking through those pearly gates, it's not likely you'd imagine being greeted by a bored receptionist. Bill beckons me over to his chair, and we discuss what will soon become my fate.
"When you first came in, I immediately saw you with bangs," says Bill without hesitation. Bangs! A style I've stridently avoided since the bowl cuts my mother inflicted upon me as a child. Yet, within seconds, I find myself assenting, implicitly putting my trust in him. My trust is soon rewarded. Forty-five minutes later, I'm transformed. My hair looks sexy and alluring, yet cute and casual. When I bounce out of the salon, the day is brighter, strangers smile, elevators appear without delay, cabdrivers are friendly! Even my boyfriend -- usually too absorbed in his video games -- cannot stop staring at me.
It's no wonder Bill's haircuts breed such naked idolatry amongst his fiercely loyal clients. "Women tell me that they'd leave their husbands long before they'd leave me," he says with an easy laugh. I suddenly understand their commitment. Bill has not only bestowed the rare type of haircut which inspires me to toss my head around like a Pantene model, but has made me feel infinitely comfortable in the process. No silent humiliation to endure while some indifferent hairdresser commits various indignities upon my head. No more leaving a hair salon in a fit of tears. After twenty years of anonymous, uncaring hair relationships, I'm overjoyed to say I've finally found my perfect match.
Salon Angst is located at 240 Queen Street West. Phone: (416) 360-5942
To view the finished haircut along with Bill's top 10 must-have hair
products, click here!
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