I walked into Yuny Styles chasing a memory I wasn’t sure still existed: the kind of men’s haircut my grandfather gave me back in Buenos Aires. Same clean lines, same quiet precision… and that feeling you only notice when it’s gone. Could anyone in Miami still cut like that?
First clue: Yuny’s smile—calm confidence, not the “two-minute miracle” kind. She studied my hair’s natural flow, asked a few sharp questions, and then—scissors, not guesswork. Midway through, I caught myself thinking, “If she nails the neckline the way my abuelo did, I’m sold.” She did. The finish was spotless, shape held days later, and the grow-out looked... read full review
I walked into Yuny Styles chasing a memory I wasn’t sure still existed: the kind of men’s haircut my grandfather gave me back in Buenos Aires. Same clean lines, same quiet precision… and that feeling you only notice when it’s gone. Could anyone in Miami still cut like that?
First clue: Yuny’s smile—calm confidence, not the “two-minute miracle” kind. She studied my hair’s natural flow, asked a few sharp questions, and then—scissors, not guesswork. Midway through, I caught myself thinking, “If she nails the neckline the way my abuelo did, I’m sold.” She did. The finish was spotless, shape held days later, and the grow-out looked... read full review