Hair God
I can take a hint. When publicist extraordinaire Jamie Joffe “suggested” I “see” stylist Alan Gold, I realized it had come to this: My mop required outside intervention. Possibly of the divine variety.
Could Jamie see into my office window? Was that her in the back of my yoga class? Or, could it be that my brown mop had gotten so direly bland that word had spread across the Main Line and she felt it her civic duty to take drastic measures?
Possibly. Or, it could have been that she wanted to give me a scoop. Two scoops, actually. A double scoop.
Scoop # 1: For decades, Alan’s been doing the hair of best-kept Main Liners, Paris runway models, national beauty editors, and, according to rumor, the world’s most successful talk show hostess. Nonetheless, he adeptly, purposely, and, most of all, graciously flies under the radar.
Scoop # 2: As of a month ago, Raya Haig is Haig & Co. Gone is the oddly placed boutique. In are Alan’s very own elegant, in-the-work décor transformations, including a gold-leafed reception area, hardwood floors, birds-eye maple stations, and, coming soon, German salon chairs and new-and-improved wash, mani-pedi and waxing/facial areas. Sorta makes a girl wanna move in.
No such luck, though, as Alan expertly executed an impeccable quadruple-process color, cuticle-strengthening and softening treatment, a stragglers-banishing blunt cut, and laid out a top-of-the-line Japanese care regimen, all in — pay attention here, fellow color addicts — an astounding 2 hours and 30 minutes. There is a hair god. And his name is Alan Gold.
(If you, like me, are a first-timer, some directions: Next door to Saks, behind Chops, hidden in the rear of the BankNorth building — better to hide from the public, my dear.)
Haig & Company, 401 E. City Line Avenue, 610-668-5373
I can take a hint. When publicist extraordinaire Jamie Joffe “suggested” I “see” stylist Alan Gold, I realized it had come to this: My mop required outside intervention. Possibly of the divine variety.
Could Jamie see into my office window? Was that her in the back of my yoga class? Or, could it be that my brown mop had gotten so direly bland that word had spread across the Main Line and she felt it her civic duty to take drastic measures?
Possibly. Or, it could have been that she wanted to give me a scoop. Two scoops, actually. A double scoop.
Scoop # 1: For decades, Alan’s been doing the hair of best-kept Main Liners, Paris runway models, national beauty editors, and, according to rumor, the world’s most successful talk show hostess. Nonetheless, he adeptly, purposely, and, most of all, graciously flies under the radar.
Scoop # 2: As of a month ago, Raya Haig is Haig & Co. Gone is the oddly placed boutique. In are Alan’s very own elegant, in-the-work décor transformations, including a gold-leafed reception area, hardwood floors, birds-eye maple stations, and, coming soon, German salon chairs and new-and-improved wash, mani-pedi and waxing/facial areas. Sorta makes a girl wanna move in.
No such luck, though, as Alan expertly executed an impeccable quadruple-process color, cuticle-strengthening and softening treatment, a stragglers-banishing blunt cut, and laid out a top-of-the-line Japanese care regimen, all in — pay attention here, fellow color addicts — an astounding 2 hours and 30 minutes. There is a hair god. And his name is Alan Gold.
(If you, like me, are a first-timer, some directions: Next door to Saks, behind Chops, hidden in the rear of the BankNorth building — better to hide from the public, my dear.)
Haig & Company, 401 E. City Line Avenue, 610-668-5373