#i'm getting a haircut again but the appointment booking for this hair salon i'm trying is so sus

[glowingreverie]

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[uchihaclansslutt]

as we already know, i'm a sucker for underrated characters; ladies and gentlemen, konoha akinori <3

stuck in an elevator; konoha akinori

things to know: one-shot, fem!reader, fluff, lowercase intended, suggestive language, timeskip konoha

you were running late to work because your stupid alarm didn't do the one job it was supposed to.

well, at least that's what you were going to say when you got to the salon. truth is, you stayed up binge-watching the walking dead on netflix and did not want to wake up this morning. to make the whole situation even worse, you had a special client that booked an appointment with you.

you dry shampooed your hair and thanked god it looked normal. you put on your winter coat and knee-high winter boots over your black leggings you wore along with a forest green velvet button-up shirt.

the dress code at the salon you worked at required for you to look professional and although you hated it, you had no choice but to follow it. as a hairstylist, you thought it would make sense to express yourself through hair (of course) and clothes too, but the direct managers had something else in mind.

the elevator always took longer to reach the ground floor so you debated even stepping into the lift, however, you didn't want to show up late, sweaty and looking like a hot mess.

the doors slid open and you rushed in stumbling on your own feet. you fell on top of someone already in the lift, also dropping your car keys.

"shit," you cursed, getting out of the hands of whoever caught you and crouching down to get your keys that had fallen near their shoes, not knowing you grabbed their thigh for support. "i'm so sorry. i'm a mess today."

you finally looked up to see who had those fast reflexes and strength to hold you up. you saw a flustered man with medium-length neat dirty-blonde hair that refused to make eye contact with you. he had narrow eyes and thin eyebrows that were both the same colour as his hair.

"you need a haircut."

"huh?" he looked at you.

oh no. you realized you said what you were thinking out loud and instantly slapped your mouth, "i'm sorry again. i swear, i'm not usually like this, today's just not a good day."

you looked down in embarrassment and noticed he was wearing a grey shirt underneath a leather jacket. he looked professional too (besides the leather jacket) and you assumed he was probably also heading to work right now.

"i don't need a haircut," he mumbled while looking at his phone. you felt bad– his hair didn't look messy either. you didn't want to say it out loud but your morning was so hectic, and as a hairstylist it did come across your mind.

suddenly, you felt the lift shake a bit. you looked up and turned to the man who did the same. the shaking stopped but then you realized there was no movement at all.

"are you fucking kidding me..?" you refused to believe your morning could get any worse, but here you stood, stuck in an elevator.

the man beside you chuckled at your misfortune. "you seem to be having a shitty morning."

"yeah! i am! i'm currently two minutes late, i have an appointment with a client in another hour, i pissed you off, my hair's a mess, i am a mess," you complained while putting your phone against your ear, "and holy fucking shit, there's no service in here either. now how am i supposed to let them know i'm going to be late?!"

he looked at his phone and passed it over to you, "i still have some service, here." you nodded and took it from him, instantly dialling your workplace.

"hello? hey sato. yeah, it's me. i'm gonna be a bit late-"

"you're cutting out y/n, i can't hear you." you took a deep breath in trying to be patient while the stranger leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, smirking at how life was treating you at the moment.

"i. am. going. to. be. late." you said before hanging up. you shrugged it off and glanced at the blonde who was scrunching his brows, "it's their fault if they didn't hear me."

he took his phone back from you and watched as you took a seat on the floor.

"please don't have a mental breakdown in front of me." you saw him taking a seat across from you. "i already have a friend with emotional issues and i am tired."

"fair enough. i wasn't going to anyway." what a lie. all you wanted to do was scream and kick a wall. the only thing stopping you from doing so was him and the fear you'll make the lift drop nineteen floors down.

"say, what floor are you on?" he asked while putting his phone in his pocket.

you raised a brow, "how do i know you won't break in and slit my throat for saying you need a haircut?" and you spoke without thinking. again. you thought you were slick.

"sorry, do i look like a murderer that preys on women that think my hair looks shitty?" he raised a brow and scoffed. "no ma'am, i'm a pharmaceutical scientist. i play for the Ehrgeiz Pharma volleyball club too! not a murderer, just passing time."

"so you're saying you can drug or poison me and then strangle me with your volleyball hands?"

"no!?-"

you chuckled at his alarmed and offended expression, "i'm joking. twenty-ninth floor."

he stuck his tongue out, "boo, loser. i'm on the thirty-sixth floor."

you smiled at his slight playfulness, "well, if we're telling each other what we do now, i'm a hairstylist. thats why... yeah."

"ohhhhhh, makes sense. well, you're the first hairstylist i know of, so congratulations," he said while saluting you.

you bowed playfully, "it's an honour."

some time passed by and you were grateful it wasn't awkward or silent the whole time. your day may have started off shitty, but you got to meet someone pretty fucking cool.

the blond man watched your smile fade away when you checked your phone and looked distressed again– it concerned him how fast your mood can change and also kept reminding him of one of his close friends. his eyes were still glued to you when you stood up and started banging the elevator door.

"you do know no one's gonna hear you like that, right?" you figured he had a point and kicked the door before sitting down next to him. "was that just an excuse for you to come sit beside me?"

"no? i mean, maybe?" he grinned sheepishly watching you struggle to think of an answer. "it was cold down there, sorta thought this would make a difference."

you caught him shamelessly smirking at your misery, "don't look at me like that, you're being rude. besides, don't you have work?"

"nope," he answered, emphasizing the word. "i texted my boss before giving you my phone. he said to take the day off."

you scrunched your brows, "that sounds like he was pissed, don't you think?"

he shrugged, "who cares. i like it better here."

another five minutes passed and you could've sworn it was getting colder by the minute. you cupped your hands in front of your mouth and exhaled, hoping it would warm them up even a little bit.

he stuck out his right hand. you hesitated a bit but got the memo and placed your left hand onto his. you felt the perfect opportunity to get him back, "is this just an excuse for you to hold my hand?"

he looked up, pressing his lips together with his eyebrows scrunched, "i'll let go and watch you suffer." you smiled while placing your cold right hand into his. "yes. it is," he mumbled.

you side-eyed him to see he wasn't looking in your direction anymore and put your head on his shoulder. "knew it."

you shut your eyes and didn't realize you were dozing off. the black faux fur on the inside of his jacket felt like a pillow—it was hard not to nap on it, especially because you didn't get enough sleep in the first place.

it didn't take long for him to notice that you were literally resting on his shoulder. it took everything in him to not shove you off as a joke.

"you don't even know me," he whispered. "this is how people get killed y'know," he continued hoping it would scare you awake but he got no response. he sighed in defeat.

he couldn't help but glance at you every now and then. there was no denying, even though he only met you about an hour ago, he felt comfortable with you. he felt like he could talk to you about anything– it'll just flow naturally and genuinely.

he was caught off guard when a voice from the sound system started speaking. "are we okay in there?"

"oh, yeah um," he looked down at you and then his phone, remembering you had a client to deal with at work. "how much more time will it take?"

"another twenty minutes or so. sorry about that," the operator said. the blonde sighed before he thanked the operator once again.

at this point, he was stressing for you while you slept on his shoulder. he'd wished that this elevator would get moving sooner so you could get to work on time but half of him wanted to stay with you longer. he rested his head on your's and didn't realize he was also dozing off.

he was the first to wake up when he felt the lift moving again. he was startled at first but collected himself rather quickly and checked the time. the operator was right, it had been twenty minutes which means the lift's been fixed.

"hey there. sorry about the wait. is there some motion?" the voice from the speaker spoke again.

"yea," he responded. "and don't worry about it, i had a great time. thank you."

"the lift's going to stop at the sixteenth floor and we'll have some workers escort you out of the lift." the blonde exhaled at the inconvenience again but realized it was better than nothing.

he tilted his head back, shook you lightly and whispered so it wouldn't scare you. you fluttered your eyes open. you turned your head to look at what you were leaning on just for him to be staring at you first. he didn't break eye contact and greeted you with a gentle smile, "mornin' sleepyhead."

"shit, i didn't even realize i fell asleep." you stretched out your legs that felt numb and yawned while the man got back up on his feet.

he offered you a hand so you could get up as well. "we're gonna stop on the sixteenth floor and some workers are supposed to help us out of here."

you sighed but tolerated it. you were already a little late, it really didn't matter anymore– just as long as you got there quickly after this.

the lift stopped and the doors slid open. there was barely any space for you two to get down; you'd have to sit down and somehow squeeze through the gap given.

the man you were with went down first, "i'll help you out. cool?"

you nodded, "cool."

he slid out the gap with the help of one worker and then held his arms up to aid you on your way down. "just sit down there and slowly lay down like a kid throwing a tantrum at a store. i got you."

you chuckled at his reference but did as he said. you shut your eyes, a little scared you wouldn't land on your feet but then felt reassured when you felt a pair of hands grip your waist. when you opened your eyes again, you were on the ground, safe and sound.

"wasn't so bad right?"

you shook your head, "thanks to you."

he looked down at you and smirked, "told ya. my pleasure."

you glanced at the time from your phone and started to panic once again. "i'm running late. um, you make a great pillow," you said speedwalking out of the elevator.

"i didn't catch your name!" he raised his voice.

you turned around, now walking backwards. "y/n! what's your's?!"

"konoha akinori," he waved.

"it was nice meeting you akinori!"

you almost tripped while still walking backwards, "watch your step!" he warned as he watched your figure slowly disappear.

a week passed and you were coming back from work. you didn't want to spend another second away from your bed so when you saw the lift door beginning to close, you jogged towards it hoping somebody would keep it opened for you.

in your favour, they did. "nice to see you again l/n."

you looked up while panting, "oh hey akinori!" you exclaimed, "it's been a while! what have you been up to?"

he exhaled and leaned against the wall while the doors closed once again. "nothing really. work's been a pain in the ass, as well as my boss but whatever." he glanced up at you and rubbed the back of his neck, "i wanted to ask you a question if you don't mind."

you nodded as reassurance that he was good to ask. "yeah totally! go on."

"you single?"

"are we in the middle of something?" you looked behind konoha to see a man with raven hair and blue eyes. he wore glasses and seemed as if his sense of style was dark academia. beside him was another man who was much taller. he had frosted tips but black hair otherwise– you wondered if it was his natural hair because his grey eyebrows were throwing you off. he was wearing a black hoodie with black sweats.

"seems like it," said another voice. across the elevator were two women. one had reddish brown hair that went down to her waist while the other had short blonde hair; she looked kinda like konoha. "nice to meet you!"

you honestly didn't even notice the company in the lift until they said something. you were focusing on konoha instead. "oh hi! i didn't notice you guys."

"mhm, you had your eyes on akinori this entire time. we saw," the blonde woman said, slightly teasing you.

"sorry. these idiots are my friends. akaashi keji," he said pointing at the man wearing glasses who waved at you with a soft smile. "next to him we have bokuto koutaro. he plays for the jackals."

"hey!" he exclaimed, looking as excited as ever. you waved at him excitedly, matching his energy completely.

"yukie and kaori," he nodded while introducing. they both waved at you with bright smiles as well. you felt comfortable around them, they seemed to be a genuine group of friends.

you greeted them politely before you finally whispered your answer to him. he leaned down slightly just enough for him to be able to hear you. "yup. have been for over five years."

"so i can take you out?"

you glanced at him before grinning and nodding, "when and where?"

"how about tomorrow at 8pm? i'll pick you up from your place," he whispered to save himself some embarrassment from his friends.

"sounds great. second last door on the right."

the same evening he took you out, you two went to a restaurant, walked around the streets late night drunk out of your mind and even shared your first kiss together.

as expected, you two were perfect for each other. you'd never expect a stranger on the lift would end up being your first serious partner.

you were currently getting your place ready for another date– just dinner. you lit up a candle in the middle of the glass table, just when you blew the match out, you got a phone call.

"hey babe. i'll be running a little late, the elevator's stuck."

all you wanted to say was 'do not fall in love with whoever's in that elevator with you,' after all, that is how you two met and fell for each other. you didn't want to seem like a possessive girlfriend though so you were a bit more subtle.

"konoha akinori. my darling, my beloved. you know you're mine right?–"

"y/n, we've been together for over a year. i'm not going to fall in love with the old men on this lift," he scoffed, "they want to get home as much as i do."

you smiled on your end, "i'll call the front desk."

"love you y/n." he emphasized the 'o' while saying love.

you blew out the candle because you knew this was unfortunately going to take a while—you didn't want the white candle to melt before the night even started.

on the other side of the call, you heard konoha talking to the old men on the elevator. "yeah, it's my girlfriend. we were also stuck on this lift when we met. just had to assure her that i wouldn't fall in love with whoever i'm stuck with."

you took a seat, remembering the morning you two met as well. it was stressful at the moment but now that you look back at it, you were glad the lift froze.

"i love you too. see you soon 'nori."

[loulougoingsolo]

DIYing a Bold Hair Choice

So, as we all know, we live in troubling times. I've personally been living in quarantine-like arrangements for about a month now, and although I've been mostly doing alright, some things have proven to be hard. I was supposed to have my hair professionally cut and dyed this week, but I had to cancel the appointment, and at the moment, I don't know when I'll get to visit the salon for the next time. So, I had to take matters (or scissors) to my own hands.

I'm a DIYer, but I've never cut my own hair. I've also had it professionally dyed since I was 15 or so. For a short period, I only had it bleached and cut by a pro, but then dyed it myself with a pretty intense cool shade of red - but other than that, and a few toner touch ups, I've always relied on professionals. So I was in a bit of a pickle, when I realized that I'd have to either DIY or have my grey roots grow wild for months. And because my hair is short, the roots way too grey for my age, and I had all this time ln my hands, there was really only one way this could go.

When I go about a DIY project, my first step, always, is thorough research. I had an idea for what I'd attempt to achieve, so I went on Youtube and searched for diy haircuts. I got some good tutorials, but most of them were for long hair - and I also got suggested GMM episode #989, in which Rhett and Link battle in cutting their own hair (wigs). Can I just say, they predicted the Tiger King craze long before Netflix:

So, I immediately figured I would not be able to follow yhe hair styling tutorials of this GMM episode. First of all, I could only find one pair of scissors even remotely sharp enough to cut hair. They were not sharp enough. Secondly, the longest part of my hair barely reaches my chin. I would need to really commit to every snip I make, or I'd end up with a bald hair style, instead of bold. As attractive and gorgeous some people are with a fully shaved head, with my head shape, that was something to avoid at all costs.

Another thing I was worried about was that I'd probably end up cutting my own finger, like Link. I've always found it extra difficult to see my own reflection in a mirror and try to do accurate motions according to the reflection. Simply put, my brain gets confused. Also, I don't really have a way to see the back of my head through the mirror at all. How the crap am I supposed to cut anything?

At this point, I understood that the actual haircut was going to be the tough part, so I decided to focus on the dye. Since I cojldn't just go to a big supermarket to buy the equipment, I had to order the dyes online. At this point my plan was simply to buy a multitude of wild colours to mix and match according to my mood, so I ordered a tub of Midnight Blue, Daffodil Yellow, Flamingo Pink and Cerise dyes, all by the brand La Riche Directions. These dyes are semi-permanent, sonI knew they wouldn't cause permanent damage to my hair, and at this point, that was kind of my goal - whatever I do, I don'g want to ruin things too badly. But, because I'm familiar with semi-permanent dyes, and I've had pretty much every shade on the spectrum on my hair at one point, I knew I might require an extra step to see results. Which is why, "just in case", I added a hair lightening kit to my order. I figured, I'd make some lighter strands on top, to have some colours show properly.

By the time the dyes arrived, I was already pretty fed up with my grey roots. I watched the GMMore which followed the hair cut episode. Rhett, who won the haircut challenge, got to decide what colours would go in Alex's hair. Alex had done the smart thing and bleached his hair professionally to be dyed in this episode, but he somehow agreed to letting Rhett and Link add the colours.

When Rhett explains everyone how he and Link used to dye eachother's hair back in the day, I realize that even though I'm technically watching a DIY hair tutorial, they aren't actually doing it themselves. It's quite different to put dye on someone else's head than your own. (Also, something I didn't notice back when I first saw this episode: Link says it would be crazy for him to have his hair dyed, but looking back, he most certainly had his hair dyed at this time.)

It was slightly alarming to see that Alex was worried about how things would go. I could hardly expect to achieve anything much better than the guys, since at least they had the studio lighting and a full team to help rhem not screw up. I had a mirror in my dark toilet, which is barely big enough to stand in.

I also forgot to buy vaselkne, which was a big mistake - although I don't think it's even possible to buy a container that big here. Why would they have that at Mythical in the first place? But something about seeing how much trouble the guys were having controlling the unmixed streaks of dye and all that vaseline made me worried.

At this point, I need to tell you that seeing the blank canvas which was Alex's hair, I, now the proud owner of a 40 % bleack kit (which apparently is the strong stuff), decided I was not going to waste energy by trying to dye my hair without bleaching, only to find out that the colours didn't show. So, I mixed the bleach, put on a worn-out t-shirt, used hand lotion to vas up my forehead, neck and ears, and then just went for it.

I did watch quite a few proper tutorials. They taught me, firstly, that 40% was a no-no. Secondly, never bleach something that has already been bleached, especially, if your hair has multiple colours. Forth, never start from the roots, as they get bleached faster (this ended up being the only rule I followed). And, above all, go to a professional.

So, I added the bleach to my hair. First I tried sticking to just a few strands, but then a blop of the bleach fell on the wrong spot, and I figured, why not just go full head. I did. I left the stuff on for maybe 20 minutes, and after that I got scared and rinsed it off. Then, I used a silver toner, and was left with a fascinating mix of orange, yellow and white hair - and a strand of persistent green from my previous dye. But it was blond enough for my plans.

Alex had a beautiful mix of blue, pink and purple in his hair - and that accidental splash of green - and after considering thoroughly, I decided to go for these colours, too. I mean, pink, purple and blue are my jam. Also, as much as I wanted to go full rainbow, I figured it would be an impossible task to keep the different colours from mixing, and that might result in brown, which is the colour of defeat. So, I went with midnight blue, flamingo pink and cerise, and wasn't too concerned aboit getting the colours mixed together.

This is how Alex's hair looked on the episode, before he rinsed the extra dye off:

I couldn't find any good photos of his hair after it was rinsed, but tgere was one which suggested only a faint shade of blue stuck.

And finally, here's what happened with my hair. Now, I'm not posting my face here, just the hair. Imagine a white blop with green eyes below the hair, and you'll get the idea. In the first two pictures is my hair during normal times, and just before I diyed it. It looks particularly nasty in the just before hack job pic, because it was adviced not to wash your hair before bleachkng to save the scalp - but as you can see, this was not a fun thing to see in the mirror each morning:

After I had dyed my hair, I did some snips here and there, and also, because I was able to borrow a hair clipper from my dad, some clipping - which in my books, saved the day. The haircut is pretty botched, but I actually absolutely love the colour. And the criss-cross shave despite it being pretty bad - it also looks badass in real life. The picture taken outside shows the pink colours more accurately, but the cut shows better in the other pic. There are a couple of ways I can style this later on, but I kept styling to minimum for starters, because I didn't want to cause extra damage to my hair:

So, this has been the story of how I diyed my hair during quarantine. My mom loves the whole thing (I showed it to her yesterday while taking them groceries), and although there are some spots in the back which could have more colour in them, I'm pretty satisfied. I know my hairdresser is going to weep when she sees me, but she'll get over it.

So, in conclusion: Would I do this again? Yes, but I'd definately leave the cutting and bleaching to the pros. Also, now I can't really bleach again for a while. But I'm actually thinking about taking the dyes I have to my hairdresser so she can dye my hair properly with them, in a healthier way, once all this chaos settles and it's safe again. I'd probably need a slightly darker, permanent colour to the roots, but I absolutely love these insanely bright colours. And I'm so going to try the full rainbow this summer, too.

Would I recommend this to others? Yes, but with caution. The direct semi-permanent colours are safe and won't damage the hair, but bleach does. My hair is naturally a tad too dark to show bright colours properly, so I took the risk. I was also mentally prepared to shave the whole thing off and wear my mythical hat for the summer - but I'm happy that wasn't necessary. If you aren't willing to risk damaging your hair, stick to semi-permanents.

To end this post, here's a selfie I took yesterday on my grocery store trip in full safety gear (I have a paper mask under the scarf):

Stay safe! Do things that make you happy! BYMB! 💗💗💗

[sere22world]

greening hollywood: organic hair care

John Masters hair care has become a pillar when looking for an organic hair care product line.

"When I first hung my banner" organic haircut "outside the New York City salon in 1994, people laughed and said," isn\'t all haircuts organic ? "

The master recalled.

At that time, John Masters and MayaSince had established a unique reputation for quality, natural hair care products worldwide.

\"Japan is our biggest market at the moment.

Many salons are imitating us, especially Denmark and Japan.

\"They are the Concept Salon of John Masters,\" he said . \".

He pointed out that when many of his clients were pregnant, they came to his salon first and suddenly became very excited.

Realize the kinds of chemicals equipments they come into contact with every day.

A similar study just released by the Environmental Working Group this week found that 20 14-year-old girls from eight states and Colombia had 16 toxic chemicals in blood and urine samples19. \"Hormone-

Changing chemicals should not exist in cosmetics, especially in products used by millions of young girls.

D. Report author and staff scientist of EWG.

Almost all body care products contain ingredients that have not been safely assessed by any federal agency, many of which contain chemicals related to cancer, birth defects and endocrine disorders.

The US Food and Drug Administration (FDA) does not require cosmetic processing machine companies to test the safety of products or ingredients before they are sold. Cosmetics is an industry worth $50 billion.

\"Most parents don\'t know. . .

They allow their [shampoo]kids]

\"The use may contain at least one chemical related to some serious health problems,\" Sutton said . \".

Of course, the same problem applies to ourselves and our children.

There is no real organic hair dye, but there is less and less hair dye for John Masters (

Open the skin axis to absorb suspicious carcinogenic chemicals of color)

Than the usual version.

The new products and services of masters have just made their debut.

Made of seaweed.

Based on silicone, this is a big breakthrough in hair care.

Seaweed extract imitates silica gel, but it is a vegetable silica gel.

If you\'re used to reaching out to get your Kerastase Hair finishing product to give your hair a shiny glow, try taking a look, it\'s a natural, non-natural

Dry \"glowing\" formula.

\"We\'re doing it again.

Prepare our entire skincare collection along with lavender and shampoo.

We are doing it better and cleaner.

\"We use aspen bark extract and radish root fermentation as preservatives,\" shared by Masters.

The next time you\'re in Manhattan, it\'s worth remembering that the Masters are \"clean --air\" salon.

For the master, it doesn\'t just mean ammonia

Free, no permanent.

His SoHo salon has an outdoor garden that uses wind energy.

\"We renovated the garden last year.

We turned this into a green space.

Simon Martinez and I worked with the Rainforest Alliance to take advantage of sustainable forests. It was a no-

It\'s smarter for me to use local Wood black locust wood so we don\'t have to import it.

My clients like to go out when their hair is colored-ammonia free -

Read a book or a magazine.

Sunlight helps the hair absorb color.

\"Masters explained that it was easy to power his salon in New York.

When you think about the overall environment, wind does cost a little more, but not, he says.

\"People must understand that it is not difficult,\" he said . \".

They used the Con Edison solution and simply registered it.

They give you 5% choices.

100% wind energy.

\"We chose 100%,\" says Masters . \"

\"We put the information at reception so that our customers can get it.

They signed so much.

Ups for our customers

People want to participate in green.

\"They just don\'t know how to do it,\" said Masters . \".

\"This whole thing about global warming is not a joke.

It\'s time to do something.

\"It is not enough to March alone, it is not enough to protest alone,\" said Jamar Hamadi, founder and owner of Hamadi beauty.

Jamal Hammadi, founder Hamadi BeautyHammadi, started his hair care series in 2000 while filming a film with Heather Graham.

He is her hair stylist and is responsible for changing her hair from blonde to blonde again within 3 days.

Jamar said: \"Heather is the final Hamadi girl, who is the girl of Hamadi\'s lifestyle.

He recalled that it was an experience.

\"I\'m training like crazy\"

The need to keep Graham\'s hair hydrated and healthy prompted him to devote himself to essential oils and homeopathy in France and the UK.

Hammadi says he works with many movie stars who equate beauty with conscience.

We did a lot of charity activities.

This is my voice in doing humanitarian things;

\"Political things, environmental things,\" he explained, creating his completely organic formula is his personal journey.

Although he quickly added, \"there is no organic product of 100%, no.

\"Not yet,\" he explained . \".

Hammadi said the whole organic beauty campaign was a change.

He blended plants like ylang.

Promoting the growth of hair

And good preservative bergamot-

His products.

He also easily recalls having a \"smell party\" when he made the route, where he would have 600 or more scents and invited his friends over.

\"The smell is very important to me,\" he admitted . \"

Jamar remembers that there were very few products when he started sending line.

The world has forgotten its hair.

I want to do something more natural.

Stylish and luxurious lifestyle-

Brand Y, or chemical-

He insisted: \"free.

Jamar knows that this is not only to make a great product, but also to create a great way of life.

To that end, he worked with NRDC

\"They are not biased about one thing.

They\'re cool. They totally understand.

\"He also worked with the marine charity to support the Dolphins and he was very concerned about the drainage in Los AngelesA. -

Just use a clean personal hair care product to partially solve the problem.

Jamal Hammadi used to be a stylist for Frederick fankai and has been a star stylist for years.

He recently opened his own private studio in Hollywood: make an appointment only!

John Paul deyoria of Paul Mitchell John Paul deyoria

Paul Mitchell, the founder of hair care products, is the first company in the history of the beauty industry to say to the public: we do not conduct animal testing.

\"You don\'t need it.

We don\'t need it, we never need it.

\"It was very unpopular at first,\" DeJoria recalls . \".

\"However, it is very popular with us.

We did the right thing.

\"The Awapuhi harvested in Hawaii is a plant ingredient and the Paul Mitchell line is very popular.

\"All of our awapuhi grow in our solar energy --

\"Power farm in Hawaii . \"

\"Our home in Hawaii, our farm is 100% Earth --friendly.

Everything runs in the sun and we even play down our own water.

We use solar collectors to raise awapuhi on our farm.

\"Paul Mitchell\'s hair color line does use the least amount of ammonia.

However, DeJoria explained: \"We have developed a hair color to make it lighter when you add the elevator and we will not add any ammonia . \".

\"Our Paul Mitchell bleach is the lightest and least destructive bleach in the world,\" he said . \".

As a company, Paul Mitchell is committed to aligning himself with positive, cautious information about the environment.

Their national magazine advertising campaign has been about the environment for the past two years, not about their hair products.

\"We worked with Annie Liebovitz and she took 10 pictures of meyear-

There is an old son of a cow snake around his neck.

The title of the photo is \". . .

Help me, my dad and everyone in Paul Mitchell, save all the creatures that God has given us on this planet from extinction.

\"DeJoria mentioned that last year\'s event was also filmed by Liebovitz and had a marine theme.

Their recent tea tree oil production line is eco-protected.

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\"Our entire tea tree oil production line is carbon neutral.

This means that we plant more trees than all the carbon we use to make these products, \"said DeJoria, a member of Riverkeeper\'s board of directors.

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It is committed to keeping the waterways of our country and the world clean.

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