I like to keep my kit at its bare minimum. These tools are all I need, I only ever use.

i foresee another sleepless one, prepping for a 5am call.

Prepping away for a supa crazy shoot tomorrow.

So indecent to mix cold shades (ash platinum) with warm shades (auburn brown) together.

another old head just arrived. xmas every day up in this joint.
this one has a cute overbite and a nice melancholic gaze.

been making sweet love to this batch of old, brittle, ash blond hair all afternoon.

Had a lovely lunch at Cafe Cluny with Hamish Bowles, [eerily bizarre to turn my head and see Julianne Moore eat at the table next to ours], then I shopped for supplies at Pearl on Canal, then hopped on the 6 uptown and this old monsta was waiting for me with the doorman, having just arrived from Europe.

4am. Prepping. My work is never done. Or is it?

[Observe the clear hard plastic tail comb. I stole it from a shop. It’s my lucky comb. I had to steal it, for it to become lucky.]

Mildly [as in, manically] obsessed with old heads with implanted hair, I came across this one in an obscure old town in Europe. It’s a mere 13 inches tall. When I got my hands on it, it was covered in some sort of soot and ashy dirt. I was not sure of the kind of hair fiber, until I started washing it. It started reeking of goat. It was yak hair. It turned out to be an alluring pure white color, resembling coarse human hair in texture and behavior. Endless hours of hair play ahead.

Incessantly collecting (and using) old school hairstyling tools.
They don’t make rollers like these anymore. These metal ones are from the early 40s. They retain heat and transmit it into the hair long after you take them out of the dryer, making for a tighter curl. Their mesh construction renders them unsuitable for fine bleached hair, as they will leave dents. But perfect for thick, virgin hair. The spring coil ones, are in such rare small sizes, perfect for sideburns, baby hair, nape curls and for sneaking them between large ones where needed. These bad girls have just arrived, to join an army of long forgotten, strange old (very useful) curlers in my arsenal of old tools.
(also, observe the early 30’s pin curl clips, that are formed in a way that doesn’t crush the hair!)

Nothing soothes me like touching old, brittle, destroyed hair.

Should I? Hm..

What goes up, must come down.
I love taking care of old gals.
Damaged hair is the best.

My friend, actress Efi Gousi, stopped by my studio the other day. She’s always snapping away.

A few weeks ago, I designed the hairstyles for Celia Kritharioti’s runway show for the Madwalk Fashion Rocks event. It was a last moment assignment so I spent a week without hardly any sleep, to prepare. The combination of lack of sleep/food with inhaling massive clouds of hairspray, was hallucinations-inducing.

Initial sketches and tests.

Back at the studio, preparing enough hair for 18 girls. The lineup of models kept changing and thus, the hair colors that were required.

6am call, I fell into an assembly line trance, models sitting down, getting done, next.

I don’t remember much from that day, most of it I later saw in photos online.

18 girls in 13 hours, in a hairstyle that required 1 hour and 20 minutes, getting it down to 45 mins for each model, with the help of the assistants that my agents got for me. When it was over, I felt exactly as if I was drunk. Loved it. Fell inside a taxi and slept the way home.

[Big thanks to Giorgio Constantine and Haris Farsarakis for their awesome backstage photos, scattered in this post.]