Can You Cut My Hair at Midnight, Please?

published on latina.com By Angelique Serrano

I just had one of the best haircut experiences of my life, thanks in no small part to the hour at which I was able to make my appointment: 8:00 p.m. Red Market Salon in the meatpacking district of New York City is a late-night beauty destination that caters to the long-hour workforce, as well as hard partying night owls. The loft-like space is run by two Frenchmen, who previously worked at lofty Fekkai salons, and is an easy breath of fresh air with lots of open room to wander, fun red swivel chairs and an open bar that serves complimentary wine. Doors typically open at 2:00 p.m. and don’t close until 11:00 p.m. – or until the last strands have been highlighted and blown. Haircuts hover around $100, highlights around $200, but to me, the comfort of knowing I wasn’t a slave to the bright red clock on their wall was priceless.

Red Highlights (on Dailycandy)

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Evolution of a hot neighborhood, circa 2005: First comes cheap sex. Then overpriced cocktails. Finally, fancy beauty treatments.

Some would argue that “devolution” is the better term, but whatever.

If only to keep another tacky velvet roper from hogging the real estate, we applaud the salonification of the Meatpacking District — Michael Angelo’s Wonderland and Sally Hershberger’s new Face Place, an amazing facials-only haven upstairs from her (obscenely overpriced) hair emporium.

And we were totally wowed by newcomer Red Market, which took a little from every era and came up with a genius concept: a salon that keeps evening hours and is cool enough to hang out in.

Co-owned by Fekkai alums David Cotteblanche and Reynald Ricard, the salon shares space with Nalunyc Surf Shop and has hipster-chic trappings — hand-painted robes, wi-fi, rotating DJs on the playlist, and a rooftop deck.

Just imagine: You’re getting no action from the cuties at Five Ninth, so you skip upstairs for a quick snip, then go back and show them who’s boss. (You, and you are now so over it.)

Hey, that’s progress.