Aveda Institute

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, an Aveda Institute student noticed something peculiar outside her window. A delivery driver kept arriving with boxes of flowers, but never entered the building. Curious, she followed him one morning and saw him whispering sweet nothings into a nearby mailbox before dashing off. Turns out he was delivering secret bouquets for a surprise wedding proposal inside the salon. The whole neighborhood knew about it except the bride-to-be herself—who finally found out that very day during her big hair appointment.

2. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a delivery driver parked outside the Aveda Institute and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Closed for magical realignment of energy fields.’ Curious, he went in anyway… Inside, the place was bathed in soft, soothing lights, and a gentle hum filled the air. The delivery driver found himself standing before a mirror, his reflection smiling back with tousled hair and a mischievous glint in its eyes. He looked down—his own hair was perfectly styled! Exiting the salon, he waved goodbye to the empty street, muttering, 'Who knew Aveda could work wonders even after hours?'

3. At closing time, when the lights were already off and the street lamps cast eerie shadows, a delivery driver parked his truck outside the Aveda Institute. He noticed a sign taped to the door: ‘Haircuts for plants now available.’ Curious, he opened the door slightly—only to hear rustling sounds from inside. Peering in, he saw rows of pots with leaves gently swaying as if getting their weekly trim. The delivery driver chuckled, shook his head, and whispered, 'Next time I'll definitely bring some clippers!'

4. At closing time, when the last customer had left, a delivery driver parked outside. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a voice over the institute’s intercom: ‘Please wait five minutes before leaving. Your hair is not quite dry.’ The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw no one. He waited patiently for five minutes, and then another five just to be safe. Finally, he opened the door—only to find every chair empty, each client’s hair perfectly styled and dried. Smiling, he muttered, ‘Next time I’ll bring my own comb.’