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Daniel Galvin at Selfridges: Hair Salon Review

With the lob set to be the haircut of the season, Luxury London decides to take the chop at Daniel Galvin at Selfridges

Every couple of years barnet boredom kicks in and desperate to make my long, fine, poker-straight hair more interesting, I resort to a bob.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I head straight to the nearest salon armed with pages hastily torn from glossy magazines. The results are mixed, usually because the perfectly quaffed, gamine styles sported by the celebrities and models pictured require cheekbones decidely more chiselled than mine. Looking to the genetically blessed for hair inspiration is not without its downfalls. “You won’t look like her just because I cut your hair like that,” once warned Antonio, the outspoken Spanish hairdresser whose salon I frequented in 2007, brandishing a picture of Alexa Chung. The warning failed to deter me.

But I’m adamant not to repeat past mistakes this time around. The lob, or long-bob, is currently top of the tresses, and to figure out a version that works for me, I’ve headed to Daniel Galvin at Selfridges. Occupying a light-filled space on the third floor, the salon joined the department store’s Body Studio over the summer. 

After months of being swept up in a top knot, my hair is moisture-starved, knotty and lacklustre. Luckily principle stylist Rikki doesn’t seem the type to pass judgement like some other hairdressers do. Given my lack of dexterity with curling tongs and straighteners, he suggests a more manageable version of what I had in mind: a collarbone-length look, with a strong, straight baseline and sparing long layers. 

To give my hair a boost before central heating blasts it this winter, I’m prescribed the Oribe Signature Moisture Masque. Created by Versace, the Oribe range of haircare products smell as divine as they look, encased in decadent black and crimson bottles. The deeply hydrating formula is left to work its magic under a heater for ten minutes while I’m treated to a relaxing hand massage (other while-you-wait options from the in-house masseuse include foot and leg or shoulder rubs).

Back in the chair, as whole tufts of hair float to the floor, I can see the overall blunt outline taking shape. The most meticulous fringe trimming operation I’ve ever experienced concludes the cut, before I’m given a masterclass in pared-back, natural looking styling.

I emerge an hour and a half later, with a light, bouncy lob to rival that of the hair flip emoji. And for once, it actually suits me. 

400 Oxford Street, W1A, danielgalvin.com