“One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.”
― Oscar Wilde
Last night I was invited to go to a hair show. Yep, a hair show. For those that know me, you may be thinking, “Jennifer, at a hair show?” But I thought, eh, if I’m so close to Milano and don’t attend some sort of fashion exhibition, be it hair or otherwise, I may miss out. The woman I attended with, Mary, although a yoga teacher now, was at one time a fashion correspondent for Cosmopolitan magazine and covered the “runway.”
I don’t know what I expected really, as I’ve never been up on fashion, but this was pretty cool. It was held in an eyeglass store. Italians, I am finding, love love love their eye-wear…and it’s not cheap. In the window of the store they set up a hair station and the cosmetologist, or artist really, proceeded to create these epic works out of women’s hair. I was glued to his creations. Although we were on the inside as Mary knew the owner, others lined the walkway outside, wine glasses in hand and observed through the window.
After trying on like a hundred pair of glasses and goofing off I had a long conversation with one of the models, Sabina. She was so friendly, so interesting and her English was impeccable. After our conversation I asked if I could take some photos. She not only let me take her photo, but she was so schooled in the act of modeling, I feel as though I watched an entire different person emerge when the camera appeared and she was being photographed….. fascinating.
How are you, my friend?
Molto bene 🙂 E tu?
I’m fine, thanks.
Um…your hair is frizzy? You have an afro too? I knew I understood you at a deeper level.
ahahahhaahah. Yes, hair always creates a deeper understanding.