
Haircut(Includes Blowdry And Style)
You drop in. We vibe, quick chat. Sink back for a killer wash that melts stress. I sculpt your hair like it’s mine to ruin (perfectly). You walk out glowing, a little dangerous, fully you. Done. ✨

You drop in. We vibe, quick chat. Sink back for a killer wash that melts stress. I sculpt your hair like it’s mine to ruin (perfectly). You walk out glowing, a little dangerous, fully you. Done. ✨

Loxi Signature styling: tousled, reckless, stupidly hot

All-Over Color: one bold, drenched-in-attitude shade that hits like a middle finger to boring hair. We paint it on root to tip till your color screams louder than your group chat.

We nuke those sneaky roots in one clean hit. Fresh color slammed to the scalp, zero lines, instant rich-girl vibes.

Freehand strokes of pure chaos and cashmere. Sun-kissed ends that melt like money, face-framing pieces that hit like flirtation. Zero harsh lines, all expensive glow. (Pricing is subject to change based on length/thickness/previous color treatments)

We wrap your hair in pure luxury hydration while you melt-in-the-chair vibes take over. Ten minutes of bliss that turns dry, sad strands into glossy, swingy perfection. You’ll leave with hair so soft it feels like a hug, and bounce that turns heads. Add on service

One sleek, black extension per natural lash. Clean. Sharp. “Your lashes but unfairly perfect.” Wide-eyed, flirty, zero mascara needed. Wake up looking like you’re already lying.

You go in with gaps and short lashes. 60-90 min later, you leave with one clean, black extension on every natural lash. Done every 2 weeks

The sneaky lovechild of classic and volume. Half sultry single lashes, half fluffy handmade fans—giving you that “I woke up like this” gaze with a side of drama. Darker, fuller, still natural-ish, but make it flirt with danger. Blink and they’re speechless.

We stalk every stray, and reload that perfect classic-volume cocktail. 60–75 minutes later your lashes are back to flirty chaos: fluffy yet soft enough to lie about. Blink once and they’re ruined. Done every 2 weeks

Handmade fans of 3–6 featherlight lashes per natural one. Insane fluff, black-hole darkness, red-carpet density. Your eyes go from “hi” to “holy hell” in one blink. Zero mascara, maximum chaos. Good luck getting anyone to look at your face again.
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