I had my hair cut today, which is always a thoroughly enjoyable experience for me. After years of looking for the elusive perfect hairdresser, I eventually found THE ONE, recommended by a friend.
Moga is now the place for my hair to be chopped off in peace. They pamper to my hair needs – this includes a hairwash + head massage that seems to last for ages, which is followed by a soothing hot towel placed just under the neck. Not only this, they also give you a head, shoulder and back massage – now this is what I call service.
So, back to my hair cut. After watching my hairdresser, Hiroki, spend an hour sculpting and perfecting every strand on my head with immense precision (how I enjoy watching his hands work), I feel slightly guilty knowing that I will end up ruining his creation after the first wash. And I wish that I could have the ability and patience to preserve the salon effect. However, my laziness means that I can’t even be bothered to use a hair dryer (in fact, I didn’t even own one until my friend came to stay at mine).
So, for those of you who won’t get to see me before I ruin my new haircut (which will be most of you), here is a photo in memory of it (with my head looking a bit squashed):
And here’s one of the back. As you can see, I’m a bit of a mullethead, but I think I can live with that for the sake of fashion. (The white flecks are actually from my phone – where’s Photoshop when you need it!).
