My new hair from Angel

My new hair. I don't know why I put my eye photo first, but I did. I, eye, I, eye, I...it's all about me.

Technically this is just new colour, or decolour, not a cut, courtesy of Angel who altered me on Sunday dressed in a leather kilt. He ministered to my head for hours while it basted in goo, and it paid off - the colour turned out right the first time, which is a miracle. He's a schtar! My hair is still in shock, though, looking like fried egg whites on my head.

Angel did my hair at a former salon but when he left I entrusted my colour to someone else. Big mistake (last salon fiasco). Magically, just when I needed him again, Angel reappeared at a salon called Chemically Addicted - great chandeliers, not snooty, offerings of beverages and lovely magazines, convenient central location on Davie Street, and open seven days a week. I only go to a salon once every six to eight months so it's important to get it right! Although I can personally vouch for Angel's work, the other stylists there were also very friendly and their customers left with big grins. I went back to Chemically Addicted on Monday and photographed Angel for my street style blog, here. His own website is here.

Today was rainy (Wed) and there was only one thing for it: scribbles and colour in the form of my upcycled rockstar DIY pants and jacket. You'll note the same striped sweater from my previous post, I'm in love with it. And Turnip Head, who recently ate Miz Bagg - then vomited her up again. 

I've had more work come in and can't comment as much as I'd like but I'm making quick rounds. In my free time I'm working on VOGOFF as well. I'm excited about this issue. For me, it's all about letting go and releasing my fear of making mistakes...heh. I'll be back soon.