About two weeks or so ago, I was walking down 13th Street heading toward the Fogelman Library on 5th Avenue to get some writing done on my lunch hour when I was stopped in front of a fancy salon and asked to be a hair model. The lady who stopped me needed someone for that night for a workshop with some other salon employees. Since I had to pick up Mr. S from daycare that night, this was not an option. So I politely declined, but the lady took my name and we exchanged numbers and she asked me to call her in the coming days to set up another workshop. The next week I was a hair model for Cristiano Cora Salons, and the lady who stopped me in the street spent three hours cutting my hair to perfection. As she cut my hair she explained that all the hairdressers at this particular salon are graduates of Vidal Sassoon, the Harvard of hair schools. Let me just say this salon looked like the MOMA inside. Everything was white and modern, clean and gorgeous.
The thing about being a hair model is that you have no say over what the hairdresser does to your hair. I liked the surprise of this and told her to have her way with me. She came up with a bold, mod cut with assymetrical bangs that start in the part of my hair and taper down to the corner of my eye. She used only one pair of scissors and a comb and a tiny amount of hair putty. No razor, no round brushes, no hairspray, no fancy texturizing sheers.
Technically this is the best haircut I've ever had, though I'm not sure it's me. I did, however, have tons of fun being waited on and pampered at a beautiful salon with great views of the city.