Gel Nail Extensions in Leicester: Styles, Prices, and Top Trends:
These are the alternatives for acrylic nails. They are synthetic tips that are placed on top of the natural nail with a gel-based product, which is cured under LED or UV light for lasting. They look more flexible, light, and natural. People find them more preferable in length, strength, and high-gloss sheen without sacrificing nail health.
Classic and sophisticated, French tips never go out of style with Leicester clients. The crisp white tip against a nude or pink background is ideal for weddings, job interviews, or urban chic.
Smooth gradient from one hue to another, ombre nails are the latest take on classic polish. Nude-to-pink, lavender-to-white, and even graphic neon fades are popular choices.
Nail shape doesn't take a backseat to color. Coffin (or ballerina) and almond are popular in Leicester for their slimming, lengthening effect on the fingers.
For party animals, chrome and holographic gel finishes are a must. These futuristic finishes are light-reflective and perfect for festivals or parties.
Leicester prices of gel nail extensions depend on the salon, experience of the technician, and design complexity.
At Salima Salon, we pride ourselves on honest pricing and quality value.
– Full Set Gel Extensions in £30 – £45.
– Gel Infill (2–3 weeks) in £25 – £35.
– Gel Polish on Natural Nails in £20 – £28.
– Nail Art (per nail) in £3 – £10.
– Gel Removal in £10 – £15.
– French/Ombre Add-On in £5 – £8.
Gel Nail Trends 2025:
Pearls and small gems are giving way to 3D nail art. These pieces not only add dimension but also texture to your manicure.
Having areas of the nail exposed creates a trendy, cutting-edge look. Consider cut-out hearts, stripes, or abstract designs.
Soft pastels like mint green, baby blue, and lilac are dominating the spring and summer seasons.
Matte, velvet, and sugar finishes are adding a tactile twist to traditional gel nails.
Gel nail extensions are an art of self-expression to make your nails appear pretty and glossy without sacrificing the natural nails. At Salima Salon, professionals help you look and feel fabulous with nails that blow people away. Contact us today and take your nail game to the next level.
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