I can’t even begin to tell you how obsessed I was with Pulp Fiction and most importantly, Uma Thurman’s character Mia Wallace. I was just young enough to do foolish things like chop off my long curly red and dye it jet black plus crop it to a bob. Curly hair and banged up bobs do not go together. (Consider this a warning.) Needless to say that look did not work for me at all. I couldn’t find any pictures with the black hair but I rustled up with these two variations of a low point in my hair history.
Baby bangs and purple streaks were a bad decision but I am not totally mad at the bleached blonde moment. (Can we stop and notice my love for gold and silver lurex?)
You may have heard me mention I am moving to LA. I am going through a lot of emotions, especially when I start tallying up all my beloved people, places and things. This post is about my dear friend Heart. She is an amazing hairstylist but an even more amazing person. Let me start by saying, I am a Taurus. For those of you who don’t know or believe in that sort of thing, I am very loyal. When I was growing up in South Florida I found my hair stylist and stuck with her through my teens into my twenties and then I came up here and in that first year resorted to those free haircuts ads you see in the Village Voice and Time Out.
After living in the city for at least 4 years and bouncing around from stylist to stylist, doing my own color, lots of pink Manic Panic and getting cuts on random photo shoots I finally met Heart on set one day with a rock band whose name I can’t remember anymore. We hit it off immediately and I was invited to scheduled an appointment to visit her private salon. That’s right, private. No walk ins, no listed number; you must be invited or referred.
It turned out we had a mutual best friend and the rest in history. Over 10 years have gone by hair colors, cuts, group hair parties with delivery dinner and wine plus BBQs and New Years Eve parties. She is a talent and an artist, not just with hair. One year she learned how to make stained glass, just because! Her hands have graced the scalps of Diamanda Galas (look her up!) to Trent Reznor to Hayley of Paramore to Tony Bennett. She has a 3 legged dog and a 3 legged cat! It’s a coincidence, I swear! Over the years I would meet someone and complement on their hair and they would whisper, “My friend Heart does it!”. It is always “My Friend Heart”. Inevitably, we then become friends just by Heart association. With a name like Heart you know she has a lot of love to spread.
All I can say is Thank God I will be in Nyc every six months for NYFW so I can make my pilgrimage to that basement in Chelsea for a piece of Heart.