Before I moved to London, I used to think my hair was one of my best assets. I don't know if it's the hard water that comes out of my tap or the horrible lighting in my office's elevator, but now when I look in the mirror, all I can see is split ends. This was dragging down my self esteem so much lately that I picked up the phone on Saturday and wished my hardest that someone had made a last minute cancellation and they could squeeze me in for a haircut. Luck was on my side and I was told George could sort me out.
This man totally understands that compliments get you everywhere.
Me: As you can see, my hair is terrible. I haven't cut it since November. I think we need to cut a lot in order for it to be healthy.
George: It's not as bad as you seem to think and November wasn't that long ago. Plus, the color is amazing. Is that natural?
He then advised on a length that I could manage with my very minimal hair styling routine and took me downstairs for a shampoo as someone made me a bellini. I didn't get the name of the girl who did the wash, but she has the fingers of a goddess. The scalp massage she gave me was magic.
I left the salon feeling confident and cool - not only because of what George did with the scissors but because of his words as well.
Effing brilliant!!! Complimentry cocktail(s) with haircut. Honestly thought it was a bar at first and just made an appointment because didn't want to look completly foolish but glad I did.
My usual is about 2 cocktails. I'm glad my stylist is responsible and cuts me off because I would let her keep cutting my hair just to get a 3rd cocktail.
Location is perfect: good stopping point before the Sunday Upmarket; Great vibe and cut, plus value when you factor in the drinks.
Only place in London that I trust to come back on a consistent basis.
Total trust there
i went for a tye and dye and a cut = exactly what i wanted
i went back to try to save myself from a haircut gone bad (that will teach me to go somewhere else) = they did the job, even though its not magic, some parts were too short to have the way i initially wanted, but they really achieved to make it better. They give a lot of advice when they cut and on how to re-do your hair at home
Bit expensive £130-160 for a tye and dye and cut with a director and art director for the cut, but for me, its totally worth knowing they'll do a great job.
+free cocktails, super nice people and place, obviously!
Wicked friendly and professional place with a bar and free drinks for patrons. The main man is George and you'd be doing yourself a favour by paying him a visit. The price is extremely reasonable and affordable for what is a very high quality service. I have prickly strong Chinese hair and despite my fussiness I found the end result so satisfying I've been returning every 3 weeks. You will love it.
Haircuts I've had in London-
BAD: 10 (like, really bad)
OK: 3 (serviceable)
...that is, until today.
My stylist, Jason*, listened. He really listened. He listened to what I wanted to achieve with my hair. He listened about my lifestyle. He listened to my styling preferences. He did not judge. And he gave me one really fabulous haircut. And he styled it the same way I would end up styling it on my own. It was perfect. I love it. I haven't walked out of a salon in years absolutely loving my haircut. And it was an 'in-between' haircut! I know, right?!
This is a revelation. It's the best feeling ever. It's like you've just woken up thinking it's Friday but then realise it's NOT Friday. No, it's Saturday. And it's your birthday. And, hey, why don't you have a free cocktail**? It doesn't matter that you haven't even had breakfast yet. Everyone likes free cocktails. And have some sweets** while you're at it. As many as you like. IT'S YOUR FUCKING BIRTHDAY.
Yeah, getting your hair cut at Taylor Taylor, it's kinda like that.
I'm pretty sure I've finally found my hair stylist and salon in London.
And now with the final scores...
Haircuts in London
*who I just so happened to randomly pick from a list of available stylist names when I booked myself in for an appointment online - seriously, the online booking thing? Awesome. Why doesn't everyone do this? I don't actually want to speak to anyone on the phone. Like, ever. Online booking is the way of the future, people.
**free cocktails and sweets a plenty at Taylor Taylor. Just putting that out there...
Would i like a glass of bubbles and some fab magazines with my cut and colour? Oh. Yes. Please.
Taylor Taylor is impossibly hip (and welcoming) which is a wonderful balance. There is a full bar in the middle of the salon which is all rather cool..the first floor is big big mirrors, funky chandeliers which a shabby chic overtone..disappear down the stairs which are wonderfully alice in wonderlandish..curved staircase and black and white striped walpaper..then you pop out into the downstairs salon which has again a lot of Baroque looking mirrors and one of a kind dressers that someone may have discovered at an antique market.. but my favourite would have to be the "GOLD ROOM".. it is like you are taken to some sort of cave that is decked out (floor and ceiling) all in gold..it seems like a spiritual experience esp with that random looking cross thing on the wall...but I approve..
Moving on from the decor (phew) I am tres happy with the colour. Sadly i am not an easy client and become very particular about the colour i want and i was delighted with the results..thanks to Hannah (who is like a little pop princess Kylie...just looks like her me thinks)
Came here on a Saturday morning for a much needed haircut. My first appointment with David was canceled due to him having family issues, they called and were very apologetic and asked if they could reschedule me with Gemma for a bit later. All was fine with me, and I'm glad I did. Gemma was great!! The salon is so gorgeous when you first walk in, even if it was a bit manic. The friendly staff and the super funky bartender made up for the hectic atmosphere. From the delightful cocktail menu I opted for a rose bellini (drinking before noon, yes please!) and sat for a few minutes before being escorted downstairs to the rabbit hole. The room where I got my hair washed felt like a gold cave and the music playlist was perfect.
I would have given it FIVE STARS before I even got my haircut. But lucky for them (and my new 'do!) Gemma was a GREAT stylist. She was fast but not too fast and chatty but not too chatty. The cut was fantastic and the blow out was beautiful. I felt gorgeous and will DEFINITELY go back.
You know how when someone finds the person they want to be with forever, they say things like "I just love the person that I am when I am with him."
That's how I feel about Lok.
Ladies, you're being foolish if you don't get in while you can.
As a recent expat, I had no idea where to turn for the ritualistic post-breakup hair chopping (ladies, I know you know what I'm talking about).
Yelp turned me on to Taylor Taylor, and I'm really glad it did! It's nowhere near where I live in London, but I don't care! You walk in and are immediately greeted by friendly reception who take your name and promptly ask you if you'd like a cocktail or other beverage. The surroundings are plush and I love the decor.
I received a fantastic haircut from Elsa, who took my long, damaged hair that I'd been growing out for reasons that shall remain unnamed, and chopped into a healthy, sassy bob that is so easy to manage and I have to work really hard to make look bad.
The following week, I went back for t-section highlights with Amy. These are by far the most natural and flattering highlights I've ever received in my life. She used color, not bleach (yay!) and gave me a sunkissed look that compliments my complexion and makes my hair look fuller, which is not easy to do.
So happy with every aspect of my Taylor Taylor experience!
Taylor Taylor is so damn gorgeous. All you dream a hairdresser would be and more. Walking past, it would be easy to think Taylor Taylor was another trendy Shoreditch bar, but look closer, and despite there's a bar smack bang in the centre of a floor, there's also hairdressing chairs. And people cutting hair. And doing hairdressing things.
All guilded mirrors and ornate fixtures, the staff make you feel welcome right off the bat - from the complimentary drinks to the delicious magazine selection and uber-capable team, you're sure to enjoy the entire experience. Not cheap, but what good hairdresser is?
If you get your hair cut anywhere else in London, you are doing yourself a disservice.* I agree with the rest of the reviews that it's the best sensory experience going - from the hushed, lush black and gold tones of the shampooing stations, to the various levels of haircuts in front of vintage mirrors, to the ever present bar in the foyer, it's enviably hip, fun and inviting.
Then the stylists - I've been to a few (Francesca's my favorite for my wavy locks) and they are all stellar. They not only listen to you, but intuitively get what you're saying. I always eye the other clients when I'm getting my hair done, and everyone looks fabulous.
I promise you'll just feel prettier the moment you step inside. And don't forget the complimentary cocktails - take advantage!
*If you can afford more than 100 pounds for haircut, then maybe not. I think separate rules apply for bankers.
This is the salon equivalent of a really cool, but upscale, East End club; think of it as the Loungelover for hair. You get a sense of this just by walking by. The clean look of "Taylor Taylor" written in white and the surrounding golden floral flourishes on a black background; the glimpses of a chic accents and the chandeliers inside; the presence of a full bar - all of it oozes with such hip sophistication that it's pretty evident this is a salon for a stylish and discerning clientele who want to put their manes in the care of an even hipper staff.
What's really great about Taylor Taylor however, is that even though the staff are intimidating chic, they are also really really *nice.* I have been pleasantly surprised each and every time (and I tend to fall on the lower rungs of chicness... so it's not like I'm getting preferential treatment as one of their modish peers.)
I've yet to have my hair cut here, but I've had astounding success with their colourists. The first time I wanted to go white white blonde my stylist talked me into putting a strawberry toner on top so I left that day with just slightest hint of My-Little-Pony pink hair. It was so totally rad and so far ahead of the curve of anyone else sporting the look that my friends are *still* talking about it.
Another time I went in there post-breakup to go dark auburn. My stylist, Hayley, was an absolute doll. I'm not normally one to talk to my hairdresser like one would a therapist, but when the ex started calling while I was sitting in her chair so blatantly not answering, the story came tumbling out - that I'd broken up with him, but that I'd recently found out he'd been cheating... "If you want to confront him," she said, "I learned from one of my guy friends that you *never* go in there with guns blazing... simply calmly ask if he was cheating on you, and then watch his face... That way you get him before he starts getting defensive and telling lies." (Beautiful advice, I think, for anyone ever in a similar situation...)
So the long and the short...? I love Taylor Taylor... very much for its interior and its "would you like a G&T to go with your haircut?" But much more so for the incredible staff - who always have really great advice about style and colour... among other things...
5- overall for Taylor Taylor expereince
4- for Zara
I have to confess. I cheated on my stylist, Mark. Mark at Bang in DC is my first love, but the guilt slowly slipped away as drank an amazing cappacino whilst waiting in a candyland Christmas lounge area to have my locks trimmed by Zara.
The receptionist was dressed smart, and was very welcoming. They took my coat and my drink order right when I walked through the door. I could barely utter how many sugars I took in my cappacino because, THE DECOR IS OUT OF THIS WORLD.
Then, I meet Zara, who is a Robyn look alike (but some more normal folk may think she has a sweet Julia Stiles face). She lead me to the shampooing den in the basement and it looked a copper encrusted tomb built for a king. Along with a great view I also received a head massage, nice.
Back upstairs Zara and I discussed my hair "goals", her opinions, and we decided on a super mod graduated bob with a sharp V in the back. Since she was a junior stylist I let her do her thing, while we chatted about music, hair documentaries, and the hair mayonaise I use to make my hair shine like none other.
After an hour of sculpting, I was asked if I would like another drink. I asked if they had a Dark and Stormy and next thing I knew it was in my hand. And so good. They know how to make a drink.
Nearing the 2nd hour of hair cutting, I was growing tired, and I think Zara was too. As a result I think my fringe suffered a little.
However, Zara is young and still learning. My bob is nothing like Suri Cruise or Soccer mom. More London chic.
I love my hair and the experience was wonderful. Also moderately prices at £42+ tip (wait a second, do brits tip for hair?)
Bottomline: I can't wait to come back and get another cut with Zara. I think she will only get more creative and amazing as time goes on and I want my hair to be a participant in that journey.
Thank you many yelpers for the positive referral! This place is swanky and quirky. I will definitely be returning. Here are three things to know:
1. The head massages are out of this world. Mine was about 1/2 the time of the two friends who went with me- still it was divine- but try to get one of the guys, not the woman.
2. The bar serves wonderful complimentary caffeinated drinks and booze.
3. The stylists were very skilled. Mine didn't provide many suggestions but he definitely provided me with an amazing cut once I defined what I wanted.
4. The ambiance is happening!
Best hairdressers in London. It's like a beautiful French Boudoir in here and my stylist makes me happy. They do something to my hair that is magic. Really. I come out of here bouncing on air. And the cut and blow dry only takes an hour. They've got a beauticians too but I've never been.
I have interesting conversations with Robbi as he snips away. He does not ask me about holidays. We talk about fun things. While I'm getting drunk on the free cocktails. That's right. They have a bar. You can squeeze in two if you drink quickly.
I'm not going to pretend it's cheap her. It's 60 quid for a cut and blow dry. But they do my hair so well I only have to come here once every two-three months. So really it's saving money. sort of.
They know what they're doing. The receptionists aren't bitchy and I'll never get my hair cut anywhere else. They've slotted me into emergency blow dry appointments a couple of times too. Very handy if I don't know I'm going out later that evening and I'm hungover. Not that that happens a lot
Everyone has their own technique when completing a 'hair-cut' task. Mine, I have recently discovered, is a bit haphazard. After traipsing round Spittlefields Market one rainy Sunday for 2 hours; short 'one appointment' and long 'suede shoes' (now wet) I could not understand why, when I wanted my hair cut immediately, every single hair-dresser was suggesting times next week.
Several times repeating the same scenario (ending in me not getting a hair cut) left me despondent and alone in the rain; my split ends weighing heavy in my heart. As I started the journey home, a sole beacon of light appeared on the horizon. A mirage. It looked like a bar, but was called 'Taylor Taylor'. Being a big fan of puns, I put 2 and 2 together Could it be?
It was. I entered and, for the hundredth time that day asked the soul-searching question: Can someone cut my hair please, like, now? Military-style negotiations resulted in a ten minute wait, which would, I was about to find out, work in my favour.
The receptionist made his way over to the bar in the centre of the foyer and nodded at me.
Would I like a drink?
Would I like a champagne cocktail?
Booze grasped tightly in my hands, I peered out of the window at the passers by in the rain and waited for my cue.
I was summoned by a stranger to come over to the stairs. I could sense it was about to begin. Nic* was my hairdresser. Lovely, handsome, Italian Nic. We descended to the basement, away from prying eyes, and he sat me down gently. Nic looked (via the mirror) deep into my eyes, and asked:
How would you like it done?
Overwhelmed, I broke our gaze and mumbled something about perhaps a fringe, stuttering that he was the professional so I was at his mercy, meanwhile wondering if I was flexible enough kick myself in the back of the head and, if so, would that be the right action to take.
He lightly touched my hair, stroking it and letting in run through his fingers. I could feel myself relax as he lifted up a section of my hair and draped it over my face in an attempt to emulate a fringe.
Yeah, that should be fine he murmured in his lilting voice.
At this point I was nervous: I could feel the butterflies in my stomach; the jolt of electricity every time his fingers brushed lightly against my cheek. Sparks were flying. The apprehension was almost too much. We were about to throw all caution to the wind and embark on the journey together. Was it sensible? I mean, I hardly knew this guy (lovely, handsome, Italian Nic). Was it the right thing to do? Not least of the worries currently nagging in my mind was the thought that his fringe impersonation, perhaps, looked a bit shit.
The champagne part of my brain drowned out my attempts to be all British and, safe in the company of Nic, I bravely said:
Yeah, let's do it. What's the worst that could happen?
Committed to this now, in body and in soul, I walked over to the sinks and took my place in the golden room with dim lights and relaxing music. I couldn't take my mind of Nic and what he was going to do. I could barely concentrate on the polite holiday conversation going on around me.
With clean hair and dressed only in a towel-turban (in addition to the outfit I was wearing before), I bashfully stepped back into the salon. Catching Nic's eye, I made my way over to the chair. He slowly sat my down and reached into his belt for his tool.
The pair of scissors made their first cut. My eyes were transfixed on them, snipping faster than I thought I could handle.. Nic was gentle but firm. Nothing came in between us and, in that moment, I felt safe with him. He had the demeanour of a man that had done this a thousand times before, but rather than feeling like I was paying for his service, he made me feel special. I could see in his eyes he enjoyed it as much as I did.
I was in agreement with Nic's suggestion of a climactic blow-dry and by the time we had reached the end of it I was exhilarated. Nic asked me if I was satisfied. Speechless, I nodded, much to his enjoyment. He smiled, not breaking eye contact (through the mirror) he stroked my hair again, almost as if he were admiring his handiwork. I wasn't ready to move so I remained seated and enjoyed being in the moment listening to Nic whisper into my ear phrases such as:
You have really swingy hair
Do you want to buy any product
Eventually it was time to leave. I collected my belongings and slowly made my way to the door, sipping on the remaining champagne and making small talk. As I ascended the stairs I knew the memories of this would stay with me for a very long time. In a dream-like state I paid the receptionist and thanked him for his help.
Just as I was leaving I heard someone call Sara
I looked round expectantly and saw Nic approaching me. He slipped me his card into my hand and said to me:
Please come back in 6 weeks for a trim
I knew what he meant. When you share something like
I spent three years, impoverished, walking past Taylor Taylor v-e-r-y slowly in manner of orphan pressing nose agains the wall. It's utterly gorgeous. Everything I dreamed a hair salon could be. Then - hurrah! - I got a job that paid me a living wage and could finally afford to come in.
My first trip wasn't a great success: I read reviewed saying Robbi was terrific, but found he didn't really listen to what I wanted so much as listen a bit and then do what he wanted anyway. But hey ho, he was a director so I guess that's what they do.
Then I picked another stylist who was uniformly worshipped and stayed with him happily for two years.
The place is stunning - there's a huge bar in the middle offering great champagne cocktails (and cake on Sundays) and the wash room is tiled in gold. The main room has beautiful giant vintage mirrors and the sort of little tables that look like Louis XIV's garage sale. I love it.
Going there always feels like a wonderful treat, and its generous opening hours mean you can nip in after work rather than having to always try Saturdays. The two owners have Cavalier King Charles spaniels who occasionally set up shop in reception, very sweet!
Now, however, my stylist's set up his own salon with some other ex-Taylor Taylor stylists so it's au revoir to TT and bonjour to the new salon. It was great while it lasted, by finding a good hairdresser matters more to me than cute dogs in reception.
There are plenty of money off offers for Taylor Taylor if you scour the net so it's well worth it in the end, especially if you can find the right hairdresser for you. I got 10% off for 18 months before anyone quibbled! Game on.
Now I don't generally enjoy a trip to the hairdressers, in fact I find it incredibly boring and it's one of the things I hate most in the world, that's why this place was such a treasured find...
It's a boutique style hairdressers in a listed building on Commercial St. Inside the decor is quirky yet gorgeous (check out the all gold hairwashing room) and overall it's veeery few places I've been able to relax whilst having my hair done.
You can chose to have other beauty treatments done while you're waiting and sup the free cocktails as they cut. Most thankfully tho, the stylists are happy to leave you alone if you prefer to read not chat about where you're going on holiday. The whole experience is really chilled out, plus they give amazing head massages.
It goes without saying the cut/colouring is amazing, otherwise ultimately I wouldn't go there. The only down side is that it's certainly not cheap. Personally though, I'd rather pay a bit extra and try to enjoy the trip rather than dread it.
Taylor Taylor has killed all other hairdressers for me. I will never actually be able to get my hair cut anywhere else without the crushing disappointment that comes with overly high expectations.
Got a cut and style yesterday, looks a-ma-zing but I'm not going to disclose the name of my stylist for fear of too many people trying to get onto the books ;)
The atmosphere in this salon is really nice. You will meet the trained experts if you go there. The prices are high, but the services are worthy. I'm planning to try the straightening and also the colouring services. I'm planning to change my hair colour from chestnut to darker brown.
this is the only place in london that i fully trust with my hair
not only do you get an amazing haircut but you also get free drinks
COULD NOT BE BETTER
Claire has moved to Foster London hair salon.
Just a little update to mention that Kaziah has left :( Had a haircut with Ferderico which was excellent, although he only offered me beer or wine nad none of their fabulous cocktail offerings. Still--I was there about the hair. Love this place!
I've been coming here for the past year... and will continue on. It is definitely worth the money whichever stylist you book with. (the 'cheapest' top stylist will do pretty much for everyone)
Generally I love going to the hairdressers. The experience is always mixed with a little fear and excitement when it's your first time at a new salon, or having a new treatment, for me it was both. I had read many great reviews on Taylor Taylor so I decided to give it a try.
I liked the attention to detail of a phone reminder of my appointment the day before. On arrival I was offered a delectable array of drinks from the bar while I waited.
The decor is plush, more spacious upstairs than downstairs. I thought it rather dark downstairs where my colour treatment was performed. I kept straining to see in the dim light and shadows the details that my stylist was pointing out.
He discussed the possible outcome before proceeding and was very confident but honest about the potential results. I'd never had my hair coloured in a salon and was apprehensive to say the least. I decided to have only a semi-permanent colour applied. I was thinking at least it would fade out and all would be good. I know I'm a bit of a weeny, but I finally gave in to the experience of a professional colour treatment. Then there is the wait to have the colour set. One must be patient for beauty. After a short time I was lead to the shrine, the gold tiled sanctum of hair washing. A very nice young man did the washing out, it wasn't his fault but, wow, do they have to use high grade toxic paint remover on my skin to remove the residue of dye from my forehead. Yikes, that burned. Mind you, if no one else complained it might be just that I have very sensitive skin. Maybe I should bring a jar of petroleum jelly to apply to my skin before the treatment. It works to keep the dye from sticking to the skin, at least it does when you apply colour at home. Salon dye is different, but still, it hurt.
The cost was £50, it lasted for a very long time, and I got loads of compliments. I have to admit that the method of taking the dye from my skin is what keeps me from going back, and it's been a few months since my trip to Taylor Taylor. I should find a way to remedy this problem as the stylist did a very nice job.
Taylor Taylor does magical things. I have high maintenance hair that constantly demands attention from my GHDs and hairdryer. Going au naturel and letting my hair dry without the aid of hair tools? Au no! But then I went to Taylor Taylor. And my hairdresser told me off for using GHDs (and for avoiding getting my hair cut for six months), then cut my hair in such a way that I now CAN let it dry naturally if I want. I left the salon with bouncy waves, and a massive grin. Best haircut ever.
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