The power of a new 'do -- plus the right hair color and cut -- has to bring you back to feeling like yourself. And a 'do done right by rad people who can chat you up about interesting things, have their own serious style but can understand your own, and really just get "it" ... isn't that what a city salon experience is all about? There's a lot of inherent anxiety in the act of stepping into a new salon, even one as reputable as, say, the elegant and perhaps too imposing John Barrett in Bergdorf's. Then there's Blackstones, a veritable cabinet of curiosity-cum-salon seated comfortably in the East Village. From the Victorian wigs on the wall to the collection of taxidermy (fish, foxes and more), it's clear the establishment is very conducive for recalling your own personal style prowess. But the badassness really emanates from colorist Joseph Mullen and owner/stylist/taxidermist Joey Silvestra, two sharp shooters who at once make you feel at home and force you into remembering the time when you were one fly chick, before you got all busy, lost your groove, and let your hair get drab. Just me?