By Jolie Loeb
When you open a WeHo salon between Santa Monice and Melrose, south of The Abbey, north of Petite Tresor, you better have a solid handle on your talent. Robertson clientele, they do not mess around. Fortunately neither does Sharon of MikiSharon Salon. He’s here, he’s in Israel, he’s in Chicago, he’s got his hands in your hair and you know immediately, class is in session.
Enter the salon, the people are beautiful. Edgy, magazine cover beautiful. If that makes you uncomfortable, just give into it. Take it all in as a lesson – this is what the people are wearing and this is how they wear it. And this is the haircut that brings it all together.
I’m sipping a cappuccino that rivals any local café’s version of such, Sharon’s (pronounced Sha-ROHN) assessing my hair and suggests lopping the mop altogether (he’s not the first). “It’s a little face, you should frame it with a short cut.” Perhaps he’s got a point. Doesn’t mean I’m budging. He respected my ponytail lifestyle and worked within my comfort zone.
For a man who has tressed the manes of Tyra Banks and Mary Louise Parker, (It’s LA, we can’t name drop?), I’m impressed that he heeds my reluctance. He earned my respect with his listening skills. He earned my admiration with his scissors.
The products used are those in which he created, naturally. Available at his salon, you’ll return if only to replenish your supply. Keratin Plus. You’ll want every item.
My personal favorite – The Argan Oil hair mask. It’s is a moisture bath for your hair, and was mine ever parched. Now, better. So much better.
I visited on the fifth anniversary of his third salon. I am amazed at how a good cut can transform an everyday ponytail from tired to tousled. I left with a ‘do that felt swingy and fresh and says the one thing your hair should always say about you. Guess what. I still matter to me.
Trust me when I tell you that ponytail was speaking something entirely different before I walked in.