“Foreign hair models wanted,” read an ad for Hayato New York. I called. We chatted. A few days later I was seated in their posh Omotesando studio for the longest haircut of my life. My stylist, China, has cut hair forever at hotel salons around the city, but she was switching from ‘ethnic’ hair to straight styles, requiring graded practice cuts. This very precise haircut was not far from being measured with a ruler. A head massage, wash, dry, precision haircut, shoulder rub, evaluation, about $10 and two and a half hours later, my fancy cut and I turned heads throughout this trendy shopping district in Tokyo. I stopped for tea time at “For the Herbs” and walked down to Shibuya, where I got back on the train. Or rather waited for the train, which was late. Gasp! Late in Tokyo?? Yes! All of a sudden the emergency “stop” signal started wailing and a uniformed officer sprinted along the tracks toward the oncoming train waving his hands to stop. The train silently halted and a crowd came running. One girl motioned like someone had been pushed, but thankfully there was no blood. The trains were shut down long enough to mess up the schedule. Don’t see that often.
UPDATE:
Ok here’s the haircut that evening after walking through two miles of windy March weather. This same look can more or less be achieved with that neat razor hair people wield. OR you can cut each strand individually. That’s all I meant by precise! Isn’t that sweater cute? It was on super sale in Sasebo for $10. It’s longish with a tie-belt so it’s really cute over dresses and the perfect color for spring! (removable fur trim for hood…will never be removed)