Frisey sculptor of shades
Messrs injuries you could to like him, split hairs and to become the maitrecoiffor of your dreams. The time of one boiled egg is enough for him to draw you the Portrait with the scissors.
Its sharp eye goes from your voluntary chin to mysterious cutting, cutting down, edge, carving paper a such goldsmith, making spout out your PROFILE of the shade.
With Frisey plus need for mirror, its scissors reflect with subtlety the control of its Art Vous you carry on the heart, slipped into envelope Cellophane a paper to be fixed on the top of your bedside table.
You sign with your guests a true "chanson de geste" whose memory is kept and looks at yourselves. With a scissors it should be done.
