That’s My Lashes

As a modest side street off the main garment district drag becomes a patch of calm with each step westward, windows of spas and boutiques peek above the gridded facades. Above the 10th floor at 42 West 38th Street That’s My Lashes sets up shop—no street-level sign, just a quiet elevator ride to the dedicated suite. The beauty salon keeps eyebrows centered while a small restroom and steady Wi-Fi act as useful afterthoughts.

Browsers arrive light: no appointments required, no memberships either. A browser can pair a mascara check with a lash tame, or flip between arch design and brow tint in the same session. Touch-ups are welcomed here, and the sixth-floor perch keeps supply closets within arm’s reach without leaking sound to other floors.

The salon’s doors sit just west of the Empire State view, between raised sidewalks and tightly parked delivery vans. Direction markers may complain about the tenth-floor blind spot, so the maps listing spares the guesswork. Dial 212-390-4636 to lock in a slot or float in during open times—floors are shared only by tenants who also shun street-level drama.