In the dim glow of the mirrors, something sharper than scissors is at work. We’ve slipped artificial intelligence into the chair—quiet, precise, unblinking. No guesswork. Just cold, perfect suggestion—cut, color, treatment—delivered like a whispered tip from a trusted fixer.

We’re not replacing the hand that holds the shears. We’re giving it night vision. So when you walk out into the neon and the drizzle, you don’t just look good—you look like someone who knows something the rest of the world hasn’t figured out yet.