The opening of VN Nails in Salida, Colorado (population 5,500), confirmed for me the Vietnamese American reign over nail salons in the United States — even in remote Rocky Mountain towns with good ole boy ranchers and aggro outdoor enthusiasts.
According to the 2012-2013 Industry Statistics published by Nails Magazine, 48% of nail professionals in the $7.47 billion American nail industry are Vietnamese Americans. The number skyrockets to 80% in California. Having lived in Southern California, and also wanting to visit Vietnam, I’ve been fascinated with this phenomenon for years.
Back in Salida
I arrive for a pedicure at the new VN Nails, located next to a Subway and a storage unit rental place. Nearby, Methodist Mountain’s changing aspens decorate the landscape like drops of O.P.I.’s Glitzerland Yellow Gold Shimmer Nail Lacquer. Inside VN Nails, you find the standard salon accouterments, including vibrating massage recliners, stacks of People, heated nail dryers, and shelves of O.P.I. nail polish.
The elevator version of “Hey Jude” plays on the sound system, and a gleaming gold Buddha near the register catches my attention. Chinese script decorates the statue’s base, and a somewhat creepy plastic hand, displaying various nail colors, reaches up toward the paunchy deity.
“Hello,” VN Nails owner Giao Huynh, who goes by Gina, greets me from her manicure station. Pulling down a white surgical facemask, she smiles, and says, “Pick out a collar.” The salon is busy. Another customer enters and greets Giao and her husband.
“Hi, Gina. Hi, Tony.”
“Hello, Barbara.” Giao’s eyes crinkle as she smiles from behind her repositioned mask.
Meanwhile, I look around for a plastic “collar” gownish type item. Giao moves over to a recliner; she fills the foot base with hot water and blue sea salt. Barbara selects nail polish from the O.P.I. wall, and then, I realize Giao actually had said, “Pick out a color.”
Tony, also wearing a surgical mask, buffs the nails of an aging hippie. Even in a bulky sweater, Tony looks like a doctor performing a delicate procedure. I notice Giao’s diploma from Colorado Beauty School on the wall. She and Tony probably had to get American credentials before they could open their business.
In Vietnam, however, the knowledge of this surely time-honored tradition must be passed down through the generations. Perhaps this practice of pampering goes back to the Buddha’s times. I wonder if villagers massaged the hands and feet of traveling monks in the Mekong Delta or Central Highlands. Doing nails in Vietnam must be another old-school Asian art like grooming bonsai trees in Japan or administering acupuncture in China.
Not even close
After doing a bit of research, I discovered that I was way off. While the ancient Chinese and Egyptians developed an early form of nail polish, the Vietnamese tradition of doing nails started in the United States in the mid-1970s.
It’s a story straight out of Hollywood. Tippi Hedren, who starred in Alfred Hitchcock’s 1963 classic The Birds, was a volunteer with a humanitarian group that worked with Vietnamese refugees in Sacramento. Having escaped war-torn Vietnam, the refugees lived in a tent city, which the actress often visited. She connected, specifically, with a group of 20 women.
Hedren told CNN in a 2011 interview that the Vietnamese women admired her nails. “They loved my fingernails,” she said. “So I thought, ‘I’m going to bring my manicurist.’ She came up once a week and gave them a lesson. They’d all practice on each other; they’d practice on me.”
Going a step further, Hedren persuaded Citrus Heights Beauty School near Sacramento to enroll the Vietnamese women as students. While a Hollywood humanitarian got the ball rolling, ultimately, the Vietnamese immigrants and their families created a nail empire.
A Vietnamese American nail salon network
Tam Nguyen, co-owner of Advance Beauty College (ABC) in Orange County, California, was one year old when he and his parents arrived in the US in 1975. Nguyen’s father, Diem, was a social worker and navy commander in Vietnam. His mother, Kien, was pregnant with his sister when they left Saigon.
“My parents did come with nothing but the shirts on their backs. It was very dire and very difficult for the first few years in the mid-’70s,” Nguyen says.
Ultimately, Kien reconnected with a high school friend, Thuan Le, one of the original 20 students of Hedren’s manicurist, Dusty. Kien learned the nail trade and began supporting her family.
“She was economically the breadwinner in the late ’70s when we were trying to adapt,” maintains Nguyen. “That made it very clear what my dad needed to do to help the family.”
The Nguyens owned a nail salon, but eventually they opened ABC in 1987. Today the school, with campuses in Garden Grove and Laguna Hills, has one of the largest manicuring programs in the country. The Garden Grove campus even offers classes both in English and Vietnamese.
“We’ve graduated over 30,000 Vietnamese nail technicians over the years,” says Nguyen, who began working at ABC in 1999, and with an MBA, he now co-owns the college with his sister, Linh.
In fact, the Vietnamese American nail salon business is really a family enterprise. “When you build such a huge network in one industry, it will be able to help future Vietnamese Americans,” maintains Nguyen. “So any Vietnamese Americans who came in the ’80s, ’90s, and 2000s, clearly had a family member or someone close to them that was already in the industry.”
Back to the business of toes
Sitting in the vibrating recliner, I place my feet in the hot blue water, which feels soft, almost silky. As Giao removes old nail polish from my toes, I talk to her about Vietnam. I ask her what she misses.
“Talking to people. My language,” she says.
Clipping away, she works on my gnarled little toe, which many years ago had an unfortunate encounter with a sofa.
“I’m sorry, that toe is kind of messed up,” I say.
“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Without her mask on, Giao reveals her broad smile. She rubs my feet, and then gazes off toward the wall. I wonder if she’s thinking about Vietnam. Or maybe she’s repulsed by my jacked-up toe. Shortly, she looks back at my feet. Toes must be treasured in Vietnam.
Really wrong. Feet are not particularly celebrated in Vietnam. In fact, showing your feet to someone in Southeast Asia is very offensive. That, of course, is unfortunate for someone doing pedicures for a living. It’s like having someone flip you off all day long.
“I’ve met immigrants who were professionals in Vietnam who worked in offices and worked as teachers or professors or engineers. They get into doing nails, and they are completely not okay with doing pedicures,” says Nguyen.
Many prospective students who consider attending ABC must evaluate this outlook. “They have to make a decision on whether to enroll or not,” maintains Nguyen. “And you hear it all the time. ‘Maybe I don’t want to work with nails because I have to work with dirty feet all day.’”
On the other hand, many Vietnamese immigrants adapt.
“Obviously, the overall riding priority is to make a quick transition to American society, to a new country and get a good job, and to start providing economically for the family. And working on feet becomes a very minor thing,” adds Nguyen.
Are nail salons popular in Vietnam?
“Does Tony ever do your nails?” I ask Giao.
“No, no.” Giao shakes her head while applying nail polish to my toes. “We are very busy. I have maybe one hour. I have to clean. Do laundry.”
“Are nail salons popular in Vietnam?”
“Yes,” Giao says, but she explains that acrylic gels are not available in smaller towns. “Only in Saigon and Hanoi. They are big cities — like New York,” she adds.
Coming full circle
The business of nail salons has revved up in Southeast Asia. According to Nguyen, who has been back to Vietnam as a consultant for the county’s evolving nail industry, “There’re graduates we have that go back to Vietnam and not only start their own businesses in Vietnam, but they’re very successful in Vietnam, and they get in on the manufacturing aspect, distribution aspect.”
While the Nguyens have achieved the proverbial American dream, they now are helping people achieve the Vietnamese version of the dream.
“I often talk to my parents, and they say we’re not only making an impact on giving back to American society and the Vietnamese American community, but now we are going back to helping our homeland,” he adds.
“The nails industry started here in the US and has come full circle.”
A return to Vietnam?
Checking out my sassy blue toenails, I thank Giao and ask her one more question.
“Would you ever go back to Vietnam and do nails?”
“No,” she smiles. She and Tony are here to stay in Salida, where they own the only Vietnamese American nail salon — for now.