THE HAIRDRESSER AND THE BAD-BOY
By Heather
July, 04'

Its Trivia Pursuit Hollyweird style kiddos! Todays zillion dolla' question is this.........What does hollywoods reformed badboy and a hairdresser to the who's who in Tinseltown have in common?

Come on now, give it a good round in the think tank......Giving up already? ACK! your too easy....the answer is simple..... They're best friends! Mickey Rourke and Giuseppe Franco...an odd combination your thinkin' right? Didn't your momma ever tell you to never judge a book by it's cover? There really isn't vast quantities of information out there bout these 2 dudes long time friendship, but what I've gathered I'll happily share. Yuh, momma also taught me to share and play nice with others...LOL

Giuseppe and Mickey met way back in the day on the East Side of Manhattan while Mickey was workin' at a go-go bar called Adams Apple. Funny name for a club, sounds titty barish to me, but whut do I know? I don't, so dun go askin' me bout it ok? LMAO!

Anyway, Giuseppe and Mickey have been way tight for like donkeys years. When the chips were down for Mickey, Giuseppes friendship never wavered. When people were dissin' out Mickey, stealin' from him and robbin' him 10 ways to hell, kickin' him in the nads, did Giuseppe march in the screw Mickey parade? Did Giuseppe turn tail and run like a biotch when Mickey fell into his own ring of fire, went down, down, down, and found out the hard way existing within your own self made ring of fire burns, burns, burns? (Hey sue me ok? I cut my teeth on the man in black) Fuck no!! From what Ive been able to piece together Mr. Franco never once turned belly up on Mickey. Now that's a true friend, brotheresque if ya ask me. No one will ever measure up nor fill the shoes of Mickeys younger blood brother Joe, who sadly left this plane of life in October. But Giuseppe seems to come about as close as a blood brother as one can get without the whole complicated family tree thang goin' on. It was reported that Mickey leaned heavily on Giuseppe for much needed support during that most difficult, heart breaking time in his own life. Ya know, when I read that I mentally said...well DUH! No fuckin' shit! Course his best friend is gonna be there for him to lean on! gawd! WTF?? Must have been a real slow news day for the whoremongers to be reporting on that. Give the dude some privacy for fucks sake. I mean, thats whut friends are for! They're with ya on the red carpet and in the gutter right there with ya, extending their hand and helpin' pull your sorry ass out. They remain thru sunshine and rain, true friends colors dont run. Thats whut Giuseppe and Mickey share.

Giuseppe and Mickey also share a hard on for motorcycles. What is it about dudes and bikes? Yuh, Ive fallen prey (or willing victim) to a hottie on 2 wheels a few times...tehehehhehe.....We all know of Mickeys love of bikes, but Giuseppe had/still may have, I dunno....a 1987 Harley Heritage Softtail tricked out to a 50's replica. Now that my friend sounds totally badass!

Giuseppes deep seated loyalty to Mickey could be attributed to his rich Italian ancestry. Ya all know how Tallys are bout their family....a most admired quality obsolete from todays families. Born one of 3 children, in Italy, to a seamstress and a shoemaker, he came to this country with his family when he was 7 yrs old. He later graduated high school in Union City, NJ. Giuseppe then enrolled in beauty school as a way to meet hot chicks. Surprisingly beauty school agreed with him. Years later Franco went to the street to get $13G in start-up scratch for his own salon, putting up a Alfa Romeo and a Rolex watch as collateral (they were gifts from a very dear friend of his). It is a little known factoid that Mickey is a silent partner in Giuseppes salon. Reportedly Mickey also helped financially back Francos salon endeavor in exchange for a small percentage of the profits. Back in the day Mickey was allegedly planning to direct a MTV style commercial for Giuseppe, starring some of their mutual biker pals. Hmmmm, Chuck Zito in a hair commercial anyone? Ya know, Chuck does have a gorgeous full head of hair...but thats a different Blog entirely! LMFAO...Just foolin' Chuck, we love ya and dun mean no disrespect :)

Even a blind person can see the brotherly love these 2 dudes have for one another. It sticks out everywhere! They appear to share alot of the same qualities as people too. Self respect...they aint gonna go pimpin' themselves out. Ballsy in your face honesty, integrity, morals and values that are sadly distinct from our modern day living. Now...ya gotta be wonderin'...what the fuck planet I dropped off of to think I can go flappin' my pie hole bout personality traits and shiot. Well, in respect to Giuseppe, I can say that back down the road apiece I got my mane done at his salon. I am female and on the verge of anal retentive bout who goes touchin my hair. Hey Im juz yer average everyday chicklet, same as every other chick I know..well almost...rotflmfaooooo!! I do gotta say though, Gus(yuh I juz called him Gus instead of Giuseppe cuz it is hard for a wonder bread like muhself to go wrapping my lips round a name like that!) he knows hair better than most people knows themselves! I do believe that he could do hair out of a cardboard box on a street corner and still retain his celebrity and joe blow from kokomo clientel. Hes that knowledgeable and charismatic. I do think that Gus has 2 speeds.....sleeping and 100 mph. He seems to run amuck like a fart in an outhouse, but really thats only a perception. Giuseppe is a master at running a well oiled machine, his large staff is highly attentive, personable, talkative and helpful above and beyond the call of duty. Gus himself is peoples people. WTF I mean by that is.....personally speaking, he is one of thee nicest dudes I ever met. Hes so easy to sit round and chew the fat with (that is if you can get him to sit still..lol) he actually listens to wtf you saying and doesn't rush you thru his salon like a fuckin car wash or sumthan. He doesn't waste time trying to crawl up your ass. Hes self assured, hysterically funny, confident, professional yet personable. A hard act to pull off, but its not an act, he loves what he does and its obvious. Sure his speech is riddled with words that would rival a truck driver, but hell, get my ass on a CB and your gonna get yourself a fuckin convoy. Sometimes you can catch Giuseppe on Style Network doin' his thang. I caught the tail end of an episode, and he was doin this chicks hair on of those makeover shows and she was tryin to give him suggestions on what to do with her hair...so he says to this chick...will you just shut up and let me do my job? LMFAO!!!!

I personally can see why Mickey trusts Gus so much. Heck, Gus is thee bomb in my book. Who wouldnt want a true friend like that?...oh and I better put this in here or peeps gonna think I am looney tunes...but ....yes, I was at Giuseppes salon gettin my hair done. Not because of reasoning that you may be thinkin...fuck that I aint a flake...I was there gettin my hair gussied up cuz I had a movie premier to attend, heard he was thee best in town and luckily got an appointment. I aint the type to be wooed by flashy names, hell, after youve hung out with and/or partied with anyone from the boys of rock & roll to the 1st lady and top athletes, aint nuffin much gonna faze ya.

The other night I was re-arranging my living room and happened across an old, dusty video tape. I wiped it off and discovered it was the one Brotha' Badness had sent to me awhile back. Lucky me, it had the E True Hollywood Story of Mickey on there. Hunkering down with my Guinness in tow, I popped it into my VCR, cursing the broken down thang and silently praying it would cooperate this 1 time. To my amazement it did thankfully. Gus had some kickin' comments bout Mickey on there, my favorites were " Mickey went to beauty school for an hour". Really? I wonder if he is shitting us or if Mickey actually did go to beauty school. " Men wanted to be Mickey Rourke and women wanted to be with Mickey Rourke". True, considering how iconic the 80's were for Mickey. Didnt these chicks mommas ever teach em' to not be throwin their pooty out there? OK, lets be honest, what chick hasnt thrown the pooty out there at 1 time or another?...lol.... Women will be girls and men will be boys. " I know he can write because I see him grabbin' napkins from my house and jottin' down ideas and he'll write down somethin' and it'll be like 4 napkins long". Gus, for fucks sake, buy that man a notebook already! Get on the stick! " Either you have it or you dont and Mickey has it" woot woot to you Gus! We totally agree.

Society dictates that 2 grown men shouldn't be so close. Fuck societies lies, who wants to be someone elses definition of normal anyway? I dont see these 2 banditoes bottoming out to fit anyones mold anytime soon. They're old skool Eastwood style, a dying breed of man coming from a different era where men were men and knew, lived and breathed the definition of honesty, loyalty and respect.
 

THE HAIRDRESSER AND THE BADBOY:  "PARTE DUE"
By Heather
August '05

Go grab yourself a cold one and get comfy my pretty little pets.  Your about to become privy to the most entertaining, hilarious, riveting story of your life, and Im not giving out hall passes for bathroom breaks.  Detentions perhaps, but no bathroom passes. The stars of this story you ask? Hmm, Ill play nice and give you a little hint....ready?......The confessed badboy of hair himself and the reformed badboy of Hollywood.  Dont give up, its on the tip of your tongue-----GRRRRRRR, you guys want me to hand ya everything!  The one, the only, Giuseppe Franco.  A world renowned hairdresser, who hails from Jersey, has the most wondigeous clientele list in the 90210 zip code and then some.  His 1st class salon bears his own name, the go to guy for everyone who is someone on the silver screen and beyond.  Mickey Rourke, the A lister who's soul seems to have scar tissue and at 1 point was diggin' his own grave. Who's now got his shiot on straight and is blazing a trail across the globe with the likes of Sin City and Domino. A man whos been to the skool of hard knocks and taught the teacher a thing or 2.

An unlikely pair of friends who's backgrounds are as different as night and day. What made these 2 dudes click? Could it be they were just 2 street rats who found honesty, loyalty and non judgment with one another?  We may never know exactly, but its like my mom always used to tell me.....you can pick you nose, you can pick your azz, you cant pick your family, but you can pick your friends.  Giuseppe and Mickey are like the male version of Thelma and Louise (now dont go askin me who'd be Thelma and who'd be Louise).  Theyve been thru everything and then some, brothers till the end.  People come and go, but the friends whom you refer to as part of the family, like these 2 do, they are your anchor, your confident, your security blanket all in one.  Sometimes your own family is willin' to disown ya, but your chosen family, they arent gonna go kickin' your azz to the curb.  Whilst on my yearly vay-cay to L.A. I had my choice of either returning to Giuseppe Francos salon or experiencing another famed hairdressers salon I had met by chance while on vay-cay.  L.A. is a funny place....I was sittin' havin some drinks at this little place that will remain unnamed (lmfao) and this well dressed dude is givin' me the once over, I mentally wrote him off as odd.  Next thing I know he's all up in my hair, feelin' it, smellin' it and chattin' me up.  I'm thinkin' he has a hair fetish thang and am tryin' to come up with a way to get rid of him while retaining the manners that my mom drilled into me as a kid.  He asks who does my hair, and I proceed to tell him that I'm not a local, but I do have a appointment at Giuseppe Franco's salon the next afternoon.  He tries his damndest to persuade me to cancel my appointment at Giuseppes, come to his salon and that he would do my hair for free.  I really don't want or need anything for free, I may be from the hood but I have a friggin' job!  I'm wondering why he has such a hard on to do my hair and am thinkin' he's an escapee from the local looney bin till he hands me his business card and it all became abundantly clear.  He's an very prominent hair dresser that Ive seen on TV.  Gawd!  Im such a total dork sometimes.  I was way flattered, thanked him profusely for the offer, and kept my appointment at Giuseppe Francos salon.  I kept it because for one, I keep my word, and if I made an appointment, Im damn well going to keep it and not cancel last minute like on anyone.  Plus, they worked their magic on my hair last year when I attended a film premiere.  This year, I wanted the same results.  I didnt want my hair lookin' like roadkill for the television premier I was due to attend that night.  I went back to the best, where I knew I could count on beautiful results, wouldnt you?

So there I was, the California sunshine is winkin down at me, Im chillin' at the most famous hairdresser in the worlds salon.  I was nervous, cuz I didnt know if Giuseppe had tripped across my Hairdresser and the Badboy article.  I thought, well Ill just keep my flapper shut and fly under the radar incognito like and try to blend into the woodwork per say.  At the most I figured Id have sumthan fun to write about when I got back home.  Dayum, was I wrong!  The door to the salon swings open and out bursts none other than Giuseppe Franco.  Hes got an infectious smile, his arms are scattered with tattoos reminiscent of the 50's, hes a razor sharp cat that doesnt miss a beat.  Hes high octane, friendly, and has an aura about him that exudes confidence.  You instinctively know he isnt one to pull the wool over your eyes, however, try to pull a porky on him and you better beat cheeks outta town as fast as you can. (Hmmm, maybe he should unleash his bad self on the phone company, they have his name spelled wrong on my caller ID.  Wait, maybe my caller ID doesnt read Italian?..lol)  He strolls over and asks if Im so and so.  Being the inherit smart azz that I am, I point at my mom (yuh I took my mom on vay-cay with me, got a problem with that?) She points at me...busted!...My mom fesses as to who she is, so there I am left standin', wondering if Giuseppe is gonna run my azz outta there. Gus (yuh I call him Gus cuz dayum, a white bread like muhself has a hard enough time tryin to pronounce his name, let alone type it a zillion times in this train wreck) points sinister like at me and says " your in big trouble " and goes walkin' back towards the salon door.  Im standin' there like a complete knucklehead contemplating slicing off all my fingers so I can never type anything again, or sprinting down to Rite Aid and buyin' some adult diapers.  Giuseppe turns around and is laffin at my dumb azz and says "you made me and my brother very, very happy."  I mustve had a glazed doughnut look on my face while trying to recover from the shock of not gettin' whacked, cuz he says "me and my brother, Mickey Rourke."  Dumbfounded, I thought to myself, hey self, not bad for a girl from the hood.  I am glad I made 'em both happy, but ya know, all I did with the 1st article was tell the truth as I saw it.  Mom was right all those years ago, honesty is thee best policy.

Being at Giuseppes salon is akin to having the world as your oyster.  Your going to get well groomed, well fed, watered and then some.  Your not made to feel like an outsider lookin' in, your made to feel as an insider lookin' out. Its like a group of friends from the neighborhood that welcome ya back after youve been gone for a bit.  I didnt see 1 person leave Giuseppes salon that didnt get a big hug, or at least a warm handshake.  To be blunt, cuz Im a blunt kinda girl, Im not sayin all this cuz Giuseppe is Mickeys best friend, pffft that!  If Giuseppe was a total douche bag, believe me, Id tell ya.  Gus is a no gimmicks, no bull shiot, no Beverly Hills attitude kinda dude.  Dont be intimidated by the zip code, heck, everyone sits down on the crapper the same no matter who ya are or where ya live.  Dont feel like you arent up to par to relish in the bangin' ambience of his salon.  He may be located in Beverly Hills, but he is no starched collar snob, hes the furthest thing from that.  If you get some champagne at his place, rest assured youll be sippin' (or slammin' ..lmfao) the same exact bubbly as Barbara Streisand does when she gets her tresses done there.  You can also learn alot at Giuseppes salon too!  I learned, among other things, how to eat a club sandwich from Giuseppe himself while sittin' havin a smoke.  How to eat a club sandwich Giuseppe Franco style (mentally say the following with a Sopranoesque accent, well maybe Jersey?  New York?  Pffft, I dunno, Im from cheeseland after all peeps!) "take that middle piece of bread out, its just in there to make it look bigger, like ya got more.  Then youre eating the good stuff, the meat, the cheese, a little bit of mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato.  Thats the 1st thing I do, take that middle piece of bread out, its useless!"  I tried the Franco club sandwich eating method later in the week, and I must say, that useless piece of bread made a bunch of hungry pigeons happy.

When Giuseppe talks about food, hes passionate, like all the Tallys I know...lol.  Hes also passionate about being down to earth and giving.  I overheard him say that he treats everyone the same, no matter if their rich or poor, famous or a blue collar workin' man.  He has been known to discount the price of his haircut, so the family on vacation staying in the Motel 6 or its equivalent can go home with a Giuseppe Franco haircut.  He really, truly doesnt care if your on the A list or trailer trash, if you made your appointment hes going to honor it and not let some big name, big ego try and use their clout to snatch your slot.

Giuseppe is into doin' a good lil sumthan everyday, he is catholic and all about pleasin' the man upstairs.  His theory is what comes around, goes around.  (Note to self....find out who that man upstairs is sometime. I got kicked outta church back in the day and aint neva' been back for fear Id burst into flames when I walked thru the doors...lmfao).  Heck, dont be embarrassed of your pile o shiot rental.  Stash that trashy car in the $6.00 all day park behind the salon and to the right.  I saw my fair share of beaters up in there. Plus its better than payin $15.00 to park your flippin car.  I can come up with alot of different ways to spend $15.00...hmmm, Mulberry Street Pizza anyone?  (another note to self....when eating pizza and am hungry enough to honk down 2 slices and am short on time, do the 2 slices stacked/folded method that Mr. Drago taught me.  Maybe then I wont look like I need a bib and diaper wipes when I chow down).

After jawin with Giuseppe for a bit, he personally invited me back the next day.  I must have had a *are you talkin' to me?* look on my face cuz he says "come on back and hang out with me and my friends, cuz thats whut we do.  You dont have to be gettin' your hair cut to hang out."  So the next day finds me at Giuseppes salon once again.  Im sittin' out on one of the benches (wishing the benches had cushions cuz dayum my junk in the trunk prolly still has imprints from em....lmfao j/k ), minding my own business and in strolls friggin' Arnold Schwarzenegger, tokin a big 50 ringer, flanked by security peeps.  Just a typical day at Giuseppe Francos place.  I secretly wanted to say that little ditty...girly man...but really, I didnt fancy gettin' shot up by Arnolds security peeps.  LMAO! (that little ditty makes me bust a gut every dayum time I see it ) I did observe that Gus is a fukin cowboy!  Here he is givin one of Arnolds security peeps shiot by askin..."Can I shoot your gun?"  The security dude says "yeah sure why not?" and just nonchalantly walks off.  Gus immediately throws his arms straight in the air, looks skyward and says "yes!" He does this crazy dance, and dayum all he needed was spurs on his boots, a gunbelt and a horse and hed be The Outlaw Josey Wales.

During the course of that day I got the chance to blab with his off the hinges staff. I really wish I could do them all justice here and mention them all personally by name, but back down the road apiece I had a brain aneurysm that brought on a series of strokes and grand mahl seizures, thus my cat scans and MRI's resemble swiss cheese.  I am surprised I can make it home most days, let alone remember all this to tell ya. But I was told point blank to my face by one stylist not to worry cuz they had all forgotten my name already anyway. Well that makes my job easier, so now I dont feel so bad about not remembering everyones name.  The entire staff at the salon was so helpful, friendly, and best of all, they know their shiot.  Their clientele lists may read like an Oscar nominee, MTV awards, Golden Globe list thang, but they are real.  It must be a prerequisite of workin' there, you cant have your head up your own azz sorta thang.  There are no glorias, shelias or ego maniacs workin' there, they are there for you and no one else.  No one in Giuseppes salon has dirt in the skirt syndrome or a Jimmy Fong thang happenin'.

So Im hangin out, juz takin in the whole experience.  People are comin and goin, Gus is everywhere and into everything.  Nothing slips by him, hes got his fingers on all the pulse points.  Did I mention this man is in perpetual motion?  No he dosent have ADD, maybe its those 5 splendas in his beautiful steamin' cup of coffee he has at 530 every morning?  There was a slight lull, when some of the salon peeps and Gus could chill out for a few minutes between clients. We all got to blabbin' bout smoking and Gus being the accomplished story teller that he is, starts in on this hilarious thang. He says..."yeah I tried to quit smokin like 18 years ago, I was horrible! I fired everyone in the shop and hired em all back like a week later."  LMAO...The Donald aint got nuffin on The Franco.....he starts gettin' into his tale more and more.... "yuh my brother Mickey went to one of them hypnotists to quit smokin.  Pffft, he walked outta there smokin, so obviously it didnt work!  So then Mickey sees one of them drugstores across the street and goes in.  Hes walkin round, sees them nicotine patch things and buys some.  So he comes round my place later, hes wearin' this patch and hes still smokin!  I say...Mickey!!  You cant smoke and wear the patch at the same time! So I ripped it offa him."
 

Bout this time my gut is juz a rumblin' for some chow.  So mom and I go hoofin' it across the street, in the crosswalk even.  Were bout half way across and bout get run down by some scrot bag drivin' a * Im challenged below the belt * Rolls.  Yuh you can bet your azz I gave that wanker the international I love ya sign.  Pffft.  We hustle across the street and duck into Mulberry Street Pizza.  Its a throwback to the old days when they had the neighborhood family run restaurants.  (I did kinda expect to hear some Dean Martin Thats Amore..ya know...when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, thats Amore. When the world seems to shine like youve had too much wine, thats Amore when we went in, but didnt...dayum, I love that song).  Im eyein' up the yummies, wanting 1 of everything, look up and theres celeb photos galore.  Even better, theres some Mickey piccys too.  Ones I aint never seen before..woot woot.... Course theres other celeb photos too, like Chuck Zito, but I cant remember em' all.  Mom and I park our azzes out front, it is LA and all bout outdoor dining. Our pizza comes all hot and gooey.  Im like rabid hungry, bite into my slice and its like the big O. I cant even describe it, other than if ya want the best orgasmic pizza experience around, this is thee place to be.  Forget that CPK shiot that tastes like hurl on dough, get your azz to Mulberry Street Pizza pronto.

Giuseppe Franco and Mickey Rourke, what can I say?  Theyre men cut from a different cloth. Society doesnt weave quality fabric like that nowadays.  The mold broke after these 2 coyotes sprung fourth.  They are like 2 war veterans, pivotal to one anothers existence.  They havent lost sight of where they came from no matter who their rubbin' shoulders with nor how much scratch they have.  They cant be anyone but themselves.  Their only crime?  Not sellin' out to a town that wants to own you lock, stock and barrel.  Ive said it before and Ill say it again, theyre old skool mavericks.  Take em' as they are or leave em', the choice is yours.  Personally Ill take em'.  Id rather have 2 honest, loyal, goodfella-esque friends like them than a pack of liars, carnies and geeotchers any day of the week.

Shout outs!  Id like to thank the entire staff at the Giuseppe Franco Salon for bein so welcoming and down to earth.  A rare find in a cut throat kinda town.  Also, a special thank you to Giuseppe Franco for taking the time out of his hectic schedule to blab with me, being such a giving person and most of all, for just being himself.  I also gotta thank Stephy that lil Tally girl I love so much, who is always there no matter what.  NLL in a NLW!  ba fuan gu to all the jamooks and disbelievers.  You know who you are.

If ya venture to Gus's place, be dayum sure ya hook up with his product line!  OMFG, if his product line were men, Id never leave the house (wink, wink). They have the latest, greatest thang for your hair. When I asked about the low down on his hair products, he gave it to me straight up.

       FKD:  Product Pimp-Out!

By: Heather
August, '05  

No it's not internet slang for my favorite word. It's definitley not a feminine hygiene product, nor a florist. WTF is FKD?

FKD is a trio of cutting edge, inspirational, hair gurus who are redefining the meaning of hair excellence.

The F is for Franco, the one, the only Giuseppe Franco.
The motivational force, brains and brawn behind this awe inspiring line of hair products.

The K is for Kanno, Joe Kanno that is. Genuinlely friendly, wildly talented, highly popular. Giuseppe's right hand man since 1999. A Japanese hair straightening Master and then some. The only person to date able to accurately read the tattoos on my back. It doesn't get any better than this.

The D is for Drago. Calogero Drago. A highly respected, very well known Italian hair stylist who moved to the U.S. to learn from the F&K duo. Instead of headin' back to Italy, he remained in the U.S. to lend a helping hand in launching the Giuseppe Franco Kanno line of hair products.

We all know that Giuseppe Franco has the talent, education, reputation and longevity to prove he's a dependable dude. It's almost unheard of, but, he's been in the same location now for over 22 years! yeah, holy shit is right! Considering he's in the epicenter of a city built on fast forward and broken dreams. If you look up the definition of a self made man, Giuseppe Franco's name would be first and foremost.

It all started when Giuseppe had a dream. He envisioned a line of hair products that would provide 1st class results while being beneficial to your hair at the same time. Not an easy task considering the opposite is usually true. Ya know, sure something makes your hair look kickin', but then you wash it out or over time your hair stars gettin' all that mucky build up or that dried out, frizz ball appearance. A difficult task at best, to construct products hat would let your real beauty from within shine thru. Giuseppe researched the process forever and a day before proceeding with anything. He believed in his dream so much, that he used his own scratch out of his own wallet to travel to Japan. There Joe and himself worked with a team of hair product experts. An expensive and risky venture at the time, but Mr. Franco kept the faith.

Giuseppe being on the verge of anal retentive settles for nothing but the best. Who can blame him? He's not going to bottle some horse piss and letcha dump that on your head. We'll that is unless your into that sorta thing....lmfao...he isn't going to put his name on a product, nor stand behind one that he knows nothing about, nor doesn't believe in 110%. He even uses his own products, and ya know how Tally men are about their hair! Giuseppe and Joe were involved in every single step of the creation process, from start to finish and everything in between. They personally watched as the products were brought to life before their very own eyes. There was no slippin' anything in there that Giuseppe or Joe didn't know about beforehand. An added bonus is, no soft, warm, fuzzy bunnies were used as guinea pigs in the production process. So wtf I'm trying to say is, there is NO animal testing goin' on ... woot woot to that!

Onto The Goodies!

The Giuseppe Franco Kanno line is overflowing with everything from the basics to the treats. This line of hair heaven has wings an is absolutely flying off the shelves. rare was the person that I saw leaving Giuseppe's salon empty handed. They have your everyday must haves like shampoo and conditioner. But they aren't like anything *everyday* that you've used before. I can personally vouch for them, and I've never looked back since. Now, I actually look forward to hair washing day, and with as much hair as I have, believe me that's a miracle. That Herbal Essence commercial chick ain't got shit on this product line. Id she used it, she'd prolly have multi's instead of singles...rotflmfao ... I can't possibly name all the products they have, but the ones I have the hairy eyeball to were ....

Luxury Addict. Which is this weightless hair serum that gives your mane that jaw dropping, shiny, soft look. Me being the hair product whore that I am, have tried skads of products like this, but none of em' fulfilled their limp wrist promise to me. Until this one! This is the real deal folks, no lies, no bullshit here. My hair after using this was like friggin' glass it was so smooth. It lived up to it's every claim and then some. Nope, it didn't weigh my hair down one iota or make it look like I had been thru an Exxon oil spill like all the inferior products that I stupidly used before.

Then they have this hair gel for men named Rock Hard. No explanation needed as to why I was attracted to this one. I didn't fool around with it, but did kinda think they should have one for chicks called Slippery When Wet.

Next up is The Balm. What is it about your hair that day you don't wash it? It's like your hair does everything you want it to. It looks great, feels great, it's friggin' perfect. Want that look and feel everyday without having your hair honk? Then this pomade better be at the top of your must have list, plus it smells good to boot. I'm in love with this particular product. If it were a man, I'd cook, clean and give up the booty for it.

Now don't go thinkin' you'll have to dip into that 401K to afford all this luxurious hair loot. Giuseppe better than anyone understands the value of a dollar. Ounce versus ounce of any product hocking, QVC sellin' sluts, the Giuseppe Franco Kanno line KO's them all without even breaking a sweat. All of the products in the Giuseppe Franco Kanno line are interchangeable. So even if your a dude, don't go feelin' skivvy bout buyin' a possibly chick like product and vice versa. Heck, I've been known to wear men's underwear and use their deoterant, but you'd never guess it by lookin' at me sorta thang. These amazing products are perfect for the whole family. Mom, Dad and ankle biters alike. Gram and Gramps too! We'll that is if Gramp is lucky enough to still have hair. Even is Gramps is a chrome dome hook him up with some suds for his hair piece, heck that thang needs washing too!

Ok, so where do ya hook up and learn more about these fab hair products? Get on the telephone, let your fingers do the walkin' and dial the 7 digits (maybe 10 if your from outta town) 310-274-8967. Or if your lucky enough to have digs in the Beverly Hills area run don't walk to 350 N. Canon Drive. If ya can't do either, check the eye candy at Giuseppe Franco Salon

Oh yeah, you can ride the vibe of the salon and get your noggin' filled with some factoids while your at it.

They'll get you set up with pricing, shipping and all the rest. Trust me, you've never been in more capable hands.
 

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