From models to celebrities, it seems like someone new is popping up on our feed every day, debuting this cropped look. What was once worn by rockstars and bikers in the ’80s is now becoming the “it-girl” style of the year. And I just never seemed cool enough to hang with these celebrity stylists.Yes, you read that right. But with that cheap can of domestic beer, and steep boutique prices comes an expectation to form some kind of bond throughout the process. These boutique experiences offer cheap domestic beer while you wait. When I started making a little more money, I dabbled in a few of the more posh “barbers” that started popping up in SF.
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Again, my motivations were less about quality and more about economy and comfort, plus it allowed me to practice some Spanish. When I moved to Bernal Heights, I started going to one of the Latin American places, Mission Cuts, which was just down the street. However, even though we weren’t chatting, I did find their attention elsewhere, like that time I caught my stylist cutting my hair with her neck craned toward the Asian soap opera on the community television. I found this the perfect solution to these aimless conversations given that, for the most part, these women didn’t speak a lick of English. When I lived in San Francisco, I went to a Chinese place in Ingleside that advertised cheap haircuts. Now that the mullet is trending again, maybe it’s time to live out my eight-year-old dreams and go for The MacGuyver.Įvery boy in the ‘80s wanted to be MacGyver (photo courtesy of .nz) It’s probably why I ended up with so many bad spike haircuts over the years. Since then I’ve never really known what to say in the initial moments that establish which direction this haircut is going to go. This was the day that I realized hairdressers were not miracle workers. When they realized that I was serious, the hairdresser squished up her face, tugged the half-inch of hair at the back of my neck and said, “Let me see what I can do.” My eight-year-old desire, as I’m sure many other kids my age shared, was to be MacGyver, so this was the request I made.īoth my mom and the hairdresser thought that this was just the cutest thing. When I hopped up in the chair, the stylist asked what I’d like.
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At the time, MacGyver was a big thing on Network TV and, naturally, as an 8 year-old kid, I idolized Richard Dean Anderson. My mom used to take us out to Fiesta, a hair salon located in Grandview Plaza, a strip mall on the other side of town. My earliest memory of a salon experience was back in the 1980s. Your look is, for better or worse, in their hands. The main reason: When you sit in that stylist’s chair, you surrender yourself to the person on the other end of those shears. Haircuts have always been a point of anxiety for me. You might say it’s vanity, but I equate it with the same painful platitudes people share when speaking of the dentist. īut none of these experiences directly contribute to the feeling I get when stepping into ‘the chair’. And the time when the frazzled Great Clips stylist sliced open the top of my ear in between chewing gum chomps half-way through a 55 minute haircut on my thirty minute lunch break. There was the time when my friend Amber simply gave up when the battery died on the hand-held beard trimmer we’d borrowed from our roommate. I’ve had my share of bad hairdressers and haircuts. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, depending on how you look at it, I emerged with the same haircut I’ve been getting for the last ten years: a little shorter on the sides, a little longer on top. My stylist was outfitted in a Flock of Seagulls haircut and an accent as thick as the tread on a road train. I got my last haircut in ‘good ole Melbo’, the name I’ve affectionately dubbed the bright and bustling fashion capital of Australia, just over six weeks ago. With the first two currently in progress, this leaves the last one, the haircut. On my list of things to do: guitar maintenance, boot repair, and a haircut We’re back in Melbourne and with the move to a proper city comes some long-overdue maintenance.
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