Look, it's Jesse McCartney!
Last Thursday I finally broke down and cut my hair - in Paris. It was time. After seeing my hair in a passport size photo I needed for my daily French lessons beginning February 2, I no longer could wait to return to America. My hair was too long, drab, flat and down right frightful.
With passport photos in hand, I headed straight for Toni and Guy across the street. Apparently, it's known around Paris for impressive haircuts. Fortunately, there was a cancellation so I squeezed in to see Ben. He spoke a bit of English. I spoke a bit of French. So I got the point across that I needed a change - a subtle change. He gave it to me all right. I left looking like Jesse McCartney from the WB's Summerland.
Not that the haircut isn't good. It's just different. More than that, it was an experience all together. They put shampoo on your head as you sit and wait at your station. They brush it on like color. As the music pounds in the background, they wheel you over to the water basin to rinse it out.
From a cutting standpoint, it was fairly standard until Ben started "hacking" away at my hair once I thought he had finished. Unlike in America where they thin your hair by using shears, Ben took chunks out as though he was working his way through the jungle.
Four days later, I'm still trying to determine the best way to style my new cut (hence why no photos are included in this entry). It's still somewhat long, but with layers now it's challenging to set. Hopefully by the time I arrive in Miami in March, I will have overcome my hair troubles. Then again, highlights are on the horizon so I can only wonder how I'll manage that outcome.