My husband's hair is the thickest I have ever seen on a white man. Before Elliot, no one could tame his cowlicks and swirls, and believe me I tried everything from old school barbers with girly mags to chain salons with scantily clad women (hell if it meant he would get a good hair cut, I didn't care if a topless Megan Fox did it). Luckily we found Elliot and I didn't have to resort to drastic measures. Elliot took the time to really listen to both of our concerns (because let's face it, I'm the one that has to look at my hubby all day!) and spent an hour thinning and shaping his hair into the most perfect (and incredibly sexy) style he's ever had. He now looks like Don Draper instead of Don King. Ladies, make your husband go to Elliot, you won't be sorry.