I’ve eaten frogs, I’ve worn a cardigan backwards for fashion’s sake, but my look—my hair, above all—is never the adventurous type. I think it was four years ago when it finally saw some action. I just left my job, severed a relationship; it was when I first felt I was ready to do something drastic with my hair. For this moment, I booked an appointment with hair stylist du jour Chiyo of Sei Salon, the woman who famously chopped Gretchen Barreto’s goddess mane into a bob after that whole kissing scandal.
After a wait list of two weeks, I was in the cutting chair and Chiyo was giving me a comprehensive once-over. She was touching my head, she was watching my posture. I then quipped that I wanted a bob with bangs.
She simply said “okay.” While cutting my hair, she finally adds, “A woman’s shoes say a lot about who she is. Her hair, who she wants to be.”