Tuesday, October 12, 2004 I like to think of us as day makers!
Sunday night in Crystal City, Virginia, celebrity hairdresser Robert Cromeans surveyed his audience from the catwalk and told a touching story about a woman who had sent him a postcard: it read that she'd been contemplating suicide, but the blow-drying experience she'd received had changed her life. The audience sighed. We were all very moved.
The motivational speaking was just a part of the hair show, though. Other parts involved gettng a bunch of tall, thin, attractive people, and then doing ridiculous things to them, in front of the wild-eyed audience of licensed beauticians, salon owners, beauty product reps, and me.
Oh, my God, the things they did to those pretty people! They all came out in strait jackets, some of which were sequined, with tape over their mouths, while the "Shut up, shut up" song played whompingly over the loudspeakers. The hairdressers were beside themselves: they HATE when people talk.
The strait-jacketed young people then received haircuts, before our very eyes. Mama mia! The team of celebrity hairdressers made these nice kids look so funny! I was envious. I want an asymetrical cut, teased into the shape of a hunch-backed poodle. I deserve it.
One of the Cromeans team's trademarks is their innovative reimagining of the staple gun as a hairstyling aid, so with a whock! whock! whock! they stapled giant artficial flowers to the models' heads. As far as I could tell, they didn't draw any blood.
Then it was time for the big finale, when some of the models came out in corsets and Chinese silk jackets, and the rest came as sexy cowgirls with sequined chaps. The cowgirls were not given upper portions to their costumes, and so had to hold their ten-gallon hats over their bosoms.
Prizes were thrown into the audience: these included scissors. posted by Frenz | 10/12/2004 01:05:00 PM
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