It took me 6 months to find someone to cut my hair in Paris.
I googled endlessly in hopes of finding some solid recommendations, since I was unwilling to trust my locks to any old Jean-Claude Biguine. My search turned up a hair stylist who had won the “Best Coiffure in Paris” award last year. Unfortunately I made the mistake of trusting everything I read, and the results were catastrophic.
Thankfully while sitting in the waiting room at my therapist (believe me, we all need one these days), I came across a small blurb in American Vogue. The creative director of DeBeers, a stunning woman named Madame Canot, mentioned that her beauty secret was a Parisian hairstylist named Seb, who had just signed on to a new salon on Rue Bonaparte, aptly named Salon Bonaparte. Around the corner from chez moi!
The gods were in my favor; I booked an appointment immediately.
The best color and cut of my life! Seb is a celebrity hairstylist in the making, having already clocked in many a fashion week show, and worked with various modeling agencies around town. Along with two other equally skilled stylists, Stephane and Bruno (who have coiffed the likes of Charlotte Gainsbourg), the Parisian triumvirate is set to make a mark on this city of nameless stylists.
Their petit atelier on Rue Bonaparte opened a year ago, and is light and understated considering the magic that happens inside. Seb is a cowboyish Apollo: golden locks of hair flow from underneath a cowboy hat, and a silk scarf adds that flamboyant frenchness that makes us trust him. The giant jewels adorning his neck and fingers would seem to confirm the presupposition that he is gay. Yet to my great astonishment, he mentioned an ex-girlfriend from Brazil. He’s single ladies!
Salon Bonaparte is the best advice I can give any of you, men (they do amazing cuts for men) or women, for obtaining that certain je ne sais quoi that makes the French so chic. I just went in for a brushing (blow out) today, and came out looking like a million bucks. Merci mille fois!