New York 1989. Provence born, Paris trained, Frédéric Fekkai opens his namesake salon atop New York’s Bergdorf Goodman Department Store. A stylish sanctuary where indulgence and intimacy reach gorgeous new heights. The world of style is turned on its head.
With one wave of his hand, the poufs, the lacquers, the severe, overdone, me-too styles disappear into thin air. Because Fekkai’s signature isn’t imposed, it comes from revealing a woman’s own.
Everyone who sits in his chair emerges as a force of pure allure. More sensual, more stylish and more powerfully themselves than ever thought possible.
Vogue, Hollywood’s hip and New York’s most haute take notice. The world’s most fashionable follow. Because to have a Fekkai session is to fall in love with yourself and your hair.
Fekkai’s unique take on style is practiced at his namesake salons in the world’s most chic cities – from New York to St Barth. Each housing a team of stylists who have made the Fekkai touch their own.
What else can you expect from the man who insists, “There is no bad hair. There is only beautiful hair. And I am only here to help every woman understand that.”