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The Fluxus House Singapore review: My experience dyeing and cutting my hair at a salon slash art gallery

The Fluxus House Singapore review: My experience dyeing and cutting my hair at a salon slash art gallery

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Text: Emily Heng


Far be it for me to claim my experiences universal, but I'd hardly think it's atypical to commemorate momentous life events with a present (or two). At seven, I was rewarded a Kinder Bueno duo pack after acing my math test. At twelve, a puppy, for better-than-expected PSLE — that's Singapore's national exam, for the uninformed — results. At seventeen, the best gift of all: a box of bleach and a tint brush.

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That's right, I was one of those. I shed my school spirit upon graduation, leaving behind one blue pinafore, nubby socks, and responsible hair choices. After years of enforced black hair and bangs that didn't touch the brows, I was all-set to sprint to the opposite end of the spectrum. I wanted bright, carrot-top locks in the vein of Hayley Williams. I had Avril Lavigne's pink-streaked mane tacked up on my vision board (this was a time before Pinterest, folks). I was all about anarchy, Green Day, and doing what was outside the box. So, naturally, this involved dunking my tresses in a vat of peroxide — and I haven't looked back since.

Still, I've come a long way from my fledgling days of home bleach solutions and box dyes. As I grew in age, so did my financial capabilities — alongside a willingness to spend when it came to colouring my mane. By the time I turned twenty, I've ticked off close to all primary and secondary colours on the wheel. I was a bona fide bleach buff. A colourant connoisseur, unfazed in the face of every hue.

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That is, until Associate Beauty Editor, Guan Tan, suggested I go back to my roots. While initially resistant, I've never met a challenge I didn't like. Steeling my resolve, I booked an appointment with up-and-coming Japanese salon, The Fluxus House, and headed for my appointment with an open mind.

The premise

You can get a cut with a side of culture at The Fluxus House. The salon-cum-art-gallery takes its mantra of "art as a lifestyle" seriously, with the entryway serving as a pop-up exhibit featuring a rotating line-up of pieces from local artists and aspiring art students. Run by veteran Japanese stylists, Chiho, Koichi, Aki, and Shota Maruyama, they pride themselves on their refined techniques, impeccable skills, and one-of-a-kind service unmatched by most establishments in the market.

 

The procedure

I was greeted by a blue-haired receptionist at the door, her vibrant mane a siren's call before I (mournfully) reiterated to my stylist, Koichi, that I'd like to opt for a dark hue. After assessing my hair condition — pitiful thanks to its bleached-brittle state, though Kochi reassured me that it would be saved after a treatment — he got to work. First things first: feeling out my head shape. Literally.

I'm told that this is his process, a way of assessing how and what to snip so as to grant a flattering cut. Ideally, you'd want a style that creates the illusion of a diamond-shaped mien; voluminous at the top and narrow at the bottom. "Asians usually have a flatter-shaped head," Koichi explained, running his fingers down my scalp. "Yours is okay. Good definition by the back, but a little flatter on top. I'll do a style that gives you more volume at the roots." Sign me up. At this, he promptly snipped three inches of my hair off. Brutal, but I'll take it.

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My mourning period lasted for all of three seconds before the dye was brought out, whereupon it was applied to my tresses in neat, even sections. No turning back now. I was then treated to a relaxing massage, treatment, and hair wash.

The pay-off

To say I looked like an entirely different person would be an understatement. Or at least, that was what everyone was telling me. Hair-wise, my locks looked significantly healthier and had the bounce of untreated, virgin locks. Appearance-wise, well — I'd never looked younger. I appreciated that Koichi didn't stick to a single tone either, and instead went for a multi-dimensional, gradient effect where my dark hair was peppered with streaks of ash and brown.

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Did I startle every time I glanced in the mirror over the next few days? Sure. But as with most of my extreme hair decisions, I gradually grew used to it, and have even come to appreciate its practicality in these trying (read: Covid-19) times. And hey, if anything, I successfully passed as a student at my favourite bubble tea joint just last week. I'll stay on the dark side for as long as I can pull that off.

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