House of Lady Muck

House of Lady Muck is part of a new generation of salons. The delightfully trendy space in the Oxford Street outpost of Topshop is occupied by a thorough wash of millennial pink, blooms and persian carpets – a Wes Anderson-esque daydream. It’s a cutesy, small space, but it doesn’t feel cramped. The moment I sit down I’m offered a drink (naturally I opt for champagne) and I begin flicking through some artfully-curated colour swatches. I opt for the 40-minute gel manicure (£40), and the chipped ghost of nail polish past is swept away from my mistreated talons. The technician files my nails to almond-shaped perfection, cures my cuticles of their unevenness and lightly buffs without damaging my natural nails. Not one for minimalism (although understated chic is HOLM’s forte) I go for pink glitter which is neatly applied and topped off with gloss. The cherry? An indulgent, moisturising arm massage that’s given with such tenderness I could drift off in my chair.