Friday, June 21, 2013
Maybe... Don't do this? Maybe just come to Holiday hair studio for all your bang trimming needs? We can cut straight. We know what to do with the clippings... You can go ahead and shut your eyes! Because someone else is doing the job for you... A professional! So before you go all crazy glue and duct tape your bangs to your face... Give us a call and we will save you many troubles! Just sayin'.
I know it has been a while, for some reason I feel obligated to write that, as if you, who stumble upon this site for the very first time would know the infrequency with which I write. It is like when a cell phone call drops and you just have to say "Ok, bye" when no one is on the other end of the line, even if you are in a car all alone you have to have that closure--with no one. Fun stuff, yes? Reading a semi-deserted blog about being a semi-deserted blog. Ah well here we go than. I have done some hair that I love lately! A lot of it... Of course I always forget to photograph if properly in order to boast it up on this here Holiday For Your Hair blog site... But for once, this last hair do, I did remember to snap a few shots of. Lets just haircut to the chase than shall we? COLOR: Here I have done a lovely natural highlighting on the beautiful Kelly. I used a balayage technique to give a multitude of dimension while applying just one formulation of lightener. It is also one way to achieve a gorgeous ombre look that is not too edgy. Weather I am going for a dipped looking, dark to light, faded ombre, or a natural looking brushed-with-gold look, Balayage is by far my favorite way to get there! As for Kelly, I was wanting to bring out her nature and give her back her kid hair... These are just the terms I think in and how I find the words to say, "Let's play mother nature!" If you are looking for some sun kisses. Balayage will do just that. Or rather I will do that for you, by way of Balayage! These super natural looking highlights will fool everyone! Your friends will writhe with internal jealousy as they will just assumed you summered over in Bora Bora! They will silently hate you and your natural beauty... Isn't that every girls secret wish? To be hated for her beauty, by all her friends? I think we have just cracked the code on that old saying, "don't hate me because I am beautiful" Translation: Hate me because I am beautiful. But really, all the hate jokes aside, the result will be that you are sneakily beautiful. No one will notice exactly why but they will think how fresh and beautiful you look and they will probably tell you about it because they are your friends and they love you! HAIRCUT: I did a sculptural layered cut using razor & scissors on Kelly to bring out her natural waves and push the curl shape. Kelly is typically a wash and go kinda gal and the natural, organic, embracing of the waves and texture that I have done with the cut will wear well with her level of maintenance. I actually prefer the air dried look on cuts like this but I wouldn't dare have this angel-face walk out of my shop sopping wet, so I carefully sculpted each and every curl by hand--well by brush and blow dryer. And that is no small feat, belei'you-me! It is a little "done" for an everyday look bu,t I would say if you are wanting to feel a little extra fancy, it fits the bill. I always encourage my clients to have a date lined up for the day/night of their appointment because they usually want to take their new hair out! Thanks Kelly for letting me brag about your lovely locks!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
I was in San Fransisco this weekend and I saw the Man Ray and Lee Miller exhibit at the Legion of Honor. It was quite provocative and totally accessible... Like I could have been there in Paris, in the 1930s, hanging out topless, smoking cigarettes, and and having my portrait made by Picasso (you know, when he would pop by). I do not care how cleque Paris is for lovers or artists... Lee Miller traveled from New York to Paris to study under Man Ray, they soon became lovers, then collaborators in exploring and developing new processes in photographic surrealisum. If this is not romantic and sultry and seeped in bergemont and vermoth I guess you'll need to go and see the exhibit for yourself...
Sunday, July 22, 2012
So I am exhausted!... It is Sunday, early evening and I have spent the last hour (ok two) in a whirlwind of wondering aimlessly in a dizzy brain spin of halfhearted (severed) emotions... Yikes, this place in weird. It is So fucking WEIRD! I set out with a direction, I promise you I did... It was to find something interesting and perhaps even useful and if relayed correctly, it would ultimately INSPIRE you??? >>> What I have arrived at is overwhelm. I am completely depleted from admiring and judging and comparing and delving and longing and involving myself (emotionally) in affairs that are not mine to ponder... There was even a point at which the beauty and inspiration looked somehow ugly and diluted, it felt like inspiration torture... Just as people have become progressively desensitized by violence on TV, I feel as though I am being a little bit desensitized by beauty, design and cool shit on the internet. Meanwhile, the affairs that ARE mine, and the beauty that IS mine, I have neglected entirely... No, dinner is not on, laundry is not switched, clothes are not put away... My grubby little kid is not in a bath! And now I am sitting here writing this... My word I am a lump at the moment? Seriously, I fell in to a black hole and I feel yucky. Who cares about Tom Cruse being an alien mind reader (scientologist) or Nicole Richy when she was haggard (she wasn't always so stylish you know)? Who cares about some random, abandoned, craft blog that hasn't been written in it 7 years!? Who cares about beautiful pictures of rope or the trajectory of Kate Moss' career. I don't know these people, why am I investing??? I don't know it just happened! I could not guide you from point A to point Z (nor would you want to go). On the positive note I am pretty sure I did something completely unique tonight that can never be replicated, in it's exact contents at least, you know, the plethora of garbage I just filled my head with has most likely not ever been shoved into any human's brain in that precise order before.. By generic act however, this type of nonsense happens on gazillions of computers, everyday, around the world... Perhaps you are doing it now, sorry you had to land on this rant. Well I wanted to inspire you... I am pretty sure I can mark "F" in that box... But I am hoping I have said something you can at least relate to... I know for me this feeling is not new, in fact every time I hop on the internet at 9:pm and and not off till 1:am and I have spent another night without connecting to my husband who is, himself, wandering around in a totally different world on his own device, I feel this disappointment. Maybe I am just sensitive or maybe I should make a shift in my ratios... This all sounds way more ranty and dramatic than it is. And perhaps I've gotten it all out now? Really I just wanted to write... That, I HAVE done and what came out is more authentic than a picture of a waify model in bad 90's clothes with a face to counter act the hideous outfit and a hair do situation that looks fucking awesome on her but would be just plan old plan on you or I... But here's that picture any way... Because, of course I need a picture... (I don't have that picture yet... But watch! I will go find it... If I ever make it back to this post again, you will see that I am a fortune teller… Oh it is out there, and I'mona get it...
Thursday, May 24, 2012
So I have got new bangs and I love them!... So much!!! they are all hi chopped up in the middle and curtain-y on the sides, they are funny little things that I love! I feel like these little bangs just open up my face and give my hair the sass that the misery of a grow out is usually lacking. So, they are a little art school (I am a painter after all) and they do resemble my kindergarten picture when I cut my bangs myself, super special, just for picture day, but I LOVE THEM!!!! It is amazing how a little change can make my face feel alive again... I was suffering from a serious case of dead face... I know that doesn't sound very attractive, and it is not, not attractive at all, but I calls it like I sees it folks... But now I am, if I don't say so myself, feeling rather cute with my crooked little bang job. I have a lightness around the fringe and a hop in ma' step! I am ready to take on the sunshine!