the pretty things are going to hell

james brought me to get my hair cut yesterday, by rob at cutting crew (located on hawthorne). the bald, heavily tattooed man on the left there is rob, my new hairdresser. and he is awesome.

inside, the shop is very masculine. red walls, and red tool chests hold their supplies. rob’s business card reads, “scaring people while making them prettier since 1986.” the back of it shows him shaving a skull. the side of his mirror is also covered in chick tracts, which is kind of hilarious.

he ended up chopping a lot of my hair off, but reassured me that it needed to be done. it fixed the ends up a lot, and straightened out the back. i was getting sick of layers. he trimmed and thinned my bangs out, too, which desperately needed it. after, he straightened my hair to make sure everything was even. i love straight hair, but rarely do it.

we discussed hair color, too, as he was working on me. he recommended a red shade called “rocket fire.” james mentioned maybe adding black streaks to the “rocket fire” red… which could be a possibility.