Sunday, October 4, 2009
Staying true to my chameleon-like nature, I recently morphed myself to better match the Autumn colors of my city. My hairstylist, my relationship with whom has outlasted most other relationships in my life, has been prodding me for the past few years to color my hair. Back in the day, I was a hair model, and took my coif through all manner of cut and color, but in the past few years, I have let my virgin brown hair return. Much to my stylist's chagrin. For him, my hair is a work of art, and he has felt a little saddened by my limiting his palette of late. So, I gave in and let him do his thing. Whatcha think?