Taking on Hair Color's Bad Guy"), I immediately knew who the story would be referencing:
(It was really about ammonia.)
But Brad Johns was my reflex assumption, and for good reason: I have never heard of any colorist since the mid 1990s who's made such a splash with his strong color (or "buttery blondes," to quote his website) or his outspokenness.
You may recall that Carolyn Bessette Kennedy's lawyer issued him a "cease and desist" for talking about his client or that he preferred "crisp" $100 or $500-bill tips, with an elegant thank-you note.
Aside from his well-known clientele, Johns was known for his "chunking" technique, which gave a "fabulous" but not necessarily "natural" look (his words).
When I worked in NYC, during 1996, Johns had his own salon--not under the umbrella of Avon or Elizabeth Arden, but his own joint--on 5th Avenue in an upstairs location. One lunch hour I went for a consultation, determined to capture all the New York magic that I could during my residency.
Mr. Johns was pleasant enough, plopping a portfolio of his work into my lap, but I ultimately did not have my hair colored there. Why?
Because I didn't like Brad Johns' own blonde hair--it looked more brassy than flattering to his skin tone so I didn't trust his judgment. Terrible mistake? Who knows.
For my money, Kathleen, then at Bergdorfs, now at Salon AKS, was just right. And I have no regrets.