Off to Fournier Street, one of my favourite nooks of London for a snoop around the new-(ish) Percy & Reed Salon.

Although I'm scarily loyal to Josh Wood and his gang of hair wizards at the Atelier, in the name of research I was prepared to be 'consulted' by Adam Reed, (Paul Percival is the other half of the team). I was also dead curious having bought some Percy & Reed shampoo (at Space NK) and found it to be rather great.

A dash from west to east London and I arrived at the salon; a former banana and tomato warehouse with exposed brick still marked from the stacked fruit crates. The raw and rusty steel girders and original tongue and groove remains, with hints of red and yellow dotted throughout the decoration to remind of the building's history.

Thankfully (as I might have biffed him one) Adam Reed only had nice things to say about my hair colour (thank you Josh) and cut (thank you George).

But I was intrigued to learn that at Percy & Reed all the stylists are also colourists. Everyone does both. "I grew up in Somerset," explains Adam, "and as an apprentice you just learnt both skills." The joy of this, of course, is time. Everything all at once means saving precious time.

Another speciality here is the focus on getting the shade of hair colour right according to the season, and more importantly the city you're in. Often a cool London blonde can look rather bleugh in LA and likewise a California beach girl blonde can look yellow and brassy in London. So at Percy & Reed, there's a sophisticated colour station set up to create all lighting eventualities along with an iPad that helps pinpoint the perfect tone for each individual.

Despite loathing having my hair blow-dried, Adam seemed to do something quite good with his set of magic brushes. Not surprising really as both Sophie Dahl and Diane Kruger entrust him with their barnets. I've booked to go back…

www.percyandreed.com
Percy & Reed, 1 Fournier Street, London, E1 6QE

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This week at the secret garden terrace at The Belgraves Hotel in Knightsbridge, super-styler Laura Bailey introduced her latest collaboration with British accessories brand Radley.

And I'd like to report, that the collection is a winner; an entire family of bags made in that happiest of marriages - canvas and tan leather - the sort of pieces that Nicole Diver (Tender is the Night) would have gaily travelled to South of France with.

The largest holdall seems made for last minute weekend adventures. Big enough to shove everything in, but still travel light and look chic. "It's good, isn't it," says Bailey, wearing her enviable trademark mix of high-low fashion - a cotton vest plus Chanel jacket. "And look," she adds, pulling out babuschka doll-style a small matching purse, "A clutch for your mobile, passport and a lipstick!"

Look out too for 'Brewster', a small, circular cross-body bag that cries out to be worn for a weekend in Rome and can't fail to make it's wearer feel girlish with a 70s twist.

www.radley.co.uk

Calling all Londoners; I've had a sneak preview of Mr Fogg's, the newest bar in town. And it's good.

Tucked down a lane off Berkeley Square, the new watering hole was for years a somewhat dodgy Irish pub. That was until Charlie Gilkes and Duncan Stirling (whose Inception Group also owns Chelsea speakeasy Barts, 80s themed nightclub Maggie's and Battersea pizzeria Bunga Bunga), started bombarding the owners with calls to buy the plot. Testament to the boys' tenacity - after a year they got the keys. Six months later and Mr Fogg's will be flinging it's doors open from 21st May.

Now I like a theme, but Charlie Gilkes has taken his love of Jules Verne's novel to a whole new level. The bar is how Gilkes imagines Phileas Fogg's Mayfair drawing room to look following his 'Round the World in 80 days' tripette. So from the (fake) blue plaque on the façade above a Victorian lantern, you enter a late C19th world with non-stop jokes; a sign that reads 'Beware of the Parrot', Phileas' 'crest' sandblasted onto martini glasses, lamps fashioned from rifle butts, a parrot cage chandelier and a portrait of Pongo his pet monkey.

"I like the idea that however many times someone comes here, they'll always spot a new Fogg reference," says Gilkes, whilst readjusting a (fake) elephant's foot stool.

Unlike the swathe of new Mayfair bars, Mr Fogg's is not members only. So whoever you are, get there early to bag the best seat beneath the hot air balloon for a Gin Fizz served in a world globe, delivered by a waiter in full military uniform (courtesy of Gieves and Hawkes), under the watchful eye of 'Bacchanologist' and former bar manager at The Connaught, Mark Jenner. And of course Phileas Fogg's faithful valet, Passepartout.

Mr Fogg's, 15 Bruton Lane, London W1J 6JD
www.mr-foggs.com