Just woke up. Brushed my hair. Took a pic. Wavy.
I have recommended many hairstylists over the years, and perhaps that’s because my tastes have changed as my tastes have changed. Over the holidays in Austin, my family got to talking (read: gushing) about Victor, who cuts my dad’s hair and my brother’s hair and my cousin’s hair and all these other people’s hairs. They all love him.
I said I needed a haircut, so my dad called Victor on the day after Christmas and he squeezed me in within an hour. The family all came with me and hung out while I was getting my hair did, and I was in and out in TWENTY MINUTES, for $40 ($25 + tip). How ridiculous is that?
Went to a fancy event. Straightened my hair. Took a weird selfie.
Even more ridiculous? I told him I want my hair to grow long and I’m sick of layers, so he gave me a blunt cut and told me to come back in August.
My hair has never looked better. It looks full, thick, and its natural wave is coming out in full, gorgeous force. Peep the morning pic to the left … It air-dried two days ago at night, NO styling in the interim.
And it looks voluminous straightened too (pic to the right).
I mean, this haircut is THE. BEST. And easiest. And this is coming from someone whose last haircut came from the Vidal Sassoon CREATIVE DIRECTOR (who, if you’re in the market for that sort of thing in SoCal and fancy spending a hundo+ on a haircut I would also highly recommend, for the record).
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