Demented, repetitive, oppressive note to one of my assistants, with progressively manic handwriting. #douche #nochitchat
[Hey, those hairs won’t style themselves.]

One of the 10 looks I created for the opening of the new 5th Avenue MAC store, honoring Cameron Silver’s book, Decades. She was representin’ for the 1930s.

Good friends.

Researching, stumbled onto this. Hell yeah.

preppin dementia (13)

The Sunday afternoon light is always so devastating.

snowing.

Hurricane Sandy forced me to seek refuge at my good friend’s place in Bushwick. And since I was stuck in da hood, I ventured out to sample the local ghetto weaves. This gurl is ROUGH.

My ghetto sporran weave done got erect.

This hair is over 100 years old. I found it at an antique store in Paris, inside a small cardboard box, tied in a ponytail with a mauve ribbon. It was tagged “31st March 1912, Valérie” in pencil. So either Valérie “bobbed” her hair as was the trend around that time, or she died young and her hair was cut and saved as a memento. Who knows. It’s a charming shade of ash blond and it’s clearly hair of a young person. I had it made into wefts and used it on a Vogue cover shoot as extensions on the model. No one was aware of the presence of this demure participant but I was on the verge of singing from happiness. Bringing this girl back to life, on a Vogue cover, immortalized forever. Not a bad turnout, after spending 90 years in a mothy box, in some creepy Parisian attic. Oh wait, that sounds pretty cozy.

Anyway, there is a hurricane at large in NYC, my shoots cancelled, not much to do but eat and fap. So I gave Valérie a spa treatment, cause you know, she may not look it but she’s an old girl. After a deep conditioning with oils and steam, she finished off with an iced water and vinegar bath. She’s now resting, silky and perked up.

I’ll tell her you said hello.

picking sides.
right: Sandy
left: Sandra

[Sandy got nothing over Stephanie]

lush, reflective, satin, never shiny. mmmm.. sisterveronica extensions

Rock star Friday evening color mixing and matching and measuring. A client needs an emergency set of my SISTERVERONICA extensions. [sheesh, the iPad camera is shite]

1920s hairpiece made of translucent, fine European hair, in art deco box, sleeping in its moth eaten tissue paper. Hair porn.

two-sided vintage combs OCD mental illness Sunday situation, vintage folding combs, dime store dead stock dreaded stacking and matching obligation guilt, vintage Shiseido ivory comb and brush set decisive sorting stance, clear brittle plastic variables + cockring photobomb, stiff aluminum comb + c.r. bomb and varied medical tools and whatnots.

[clikie for biggie]