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I wanted to stab my self-absorbed stylist with the fucking scissors I was paying her $60+ to wield. Such was my lasting impression from my final haircut at this location.
The first time I went, there was this brilliant girl who was all of 19 and had just graduated. She listened to my requests, made awkward 19-year old attempts at conversation (which were endearing overall), and did a marvelous job. This is why there are two stars. I came back months later and she'd gone. I had a couple of haircuts afterwards, the last being when I allowed the aforementioned twit near my head. She assured me she'd do a great job.
If by great she meant that interpreting "don't razor or thin my hair" as thin my hair out until it looked like it'd been razored and was chock full of splits and flyaways, then she was brilliant. If by great she meant that interpreting my cordially reserved demeanor that day (I didn't feel like talking that much, perhaps sensing the impending doom that was to become my coiffure) as let me harangue you with my Myspace dilemma, she was outstanding. If by great she meant she was going to mindlessly whack at my precious follicles and do the exact effing opposite of what I asked for my hair, she was el supremo numero uno.
And to top it all off, this place smells of self-assured Scottsdale pretention (not available at all locations). Save yourself $50 and hop across the block to the T&G Academy. If they screw up your hair (they never have mine & I love 'em - but they are students so in all reality the potential is there) at least you didn't pay them royally for the pleasure of walking out pissed off and looking like shit.
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