A Day at the Salon

The humidity has finally returned to New York City.

That is not to say that I missed this most dreadful meteorological condition. Indeed, I am desperate to travel to our Western frontier, where I am told a dry heat reigns, to avoid the stick of our summers. However, I will bear the unavoidable dampness that collects on my forehead and the unwilling curl of my otherwise straight hair for all the wonders that New York has to offer. And, in any event, I know the perfect gentleman to tend to all matters follicle.

Last year, we assisted this gentleman in putting the final touches on his magnificently charming salon in our West Village. He is a prince of a man, really. Equal parts impeccable yet approachable. One of our most able assistants helped him over several days to unpack and organize the tools of his trade, clean to the spotlessness he requires and generally make the few hours prior to his grand opening as free of worry as possible. A better right hand our fair stylist could not have found.

Our grateful client has not surprisingly achieved much success over the past year. Ladies, I recommend him to you highly. Just look at his stunning work above! Should you find yourself in need of a routine cut of your locks, a decadent polishing in anticipation of an evening ball or just a simple boost (of ego as well as hair), visit Ryan Nickulas of Ryan Darius Salon at 82 West 12th Street.

Tell him Marjorie sent you.

Until my next post, I remain steadfastly yours,

Marjorie Overwith