Beyond the Blonde
Chapter One
Why Pay Retail?
Or, A Hair-Raising Event
I would have to say that it all began-or, rather, it all began to
end-the morning Faith Honeycomb passed out on the floor of the Salon
Jean-Luc. Up until then it had been a busy day. As in crazy busy. I
was thirty-four years old, but in nearly a decade as a senior
colorist I had rarely seen the salon so completely insane. The
frenzy was brought on by that crowning event in the New York City
social season: the Pink and Purple Charity Ball. This particular
ball spanned all age groups: Park Avenue dowagers bought their
thousand-dollar tickets and invited their granddaughters, who took
the afternoon off from Spence or Brearley or Dalton to get their
hair done. Socialites arrived by chauffeured Mercedes sedans
starting the moment the salon opened, and we were slightly
understaffed because some of the stylists were out making house
calls.
All up and down Fifth Avenue blow-dryers were being plugged into
wall sockets and hair was being washed in bathroom sinks.
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