What's funny is that when I met Claibourne she really did have in weave! And I had on my blonde wig - it was Halloween. There's nothing more rewarding than a relationship founded on fake hair, so of course I have quite the post to bring you from my visit to Claibourne's apartment. Located in an old factory building, the space has high ceilings, a Jetsons-esque kitchen and a skylight over the shower. I stopped by to have my real hair did and to take some pictures. I was going to try to make this more about my hairstyling session, but the best pics are of the apartment so I'll let that be the focus (probably for the better considering the narrative potential of a men's haircut: it was short! and now it's shorter!)
This is Clovis the cat, right before he bites me. Joke! Clovis didn't bite me, although he was a bit ornery (if you couldn't tell).
The place had a very retro-bunker vibe that I just loved, not to mention how much I relished the lack of standard salonage - peeping through back issues of People Style Watch next to someone's 11-year-old and making small talk about shampoo. Stay tuned to the blog this week to check out the cut in action and I'll be sure to let you in on any particularly intriguing future hairvelopments - there was talk of dramatic color! (Speaking of which, no, I have not tried the dip-dye color I blogged about last month, je suis too poulet.)