Haircuts are a risky business.
Cosmo (I admit, I’ve read a couple of issues) put it this way: “A haircut is an accessory that you have to wear every day. You’re stuck with it. It’s an investment.”
True. So true. For the longest time I would get haircuts from cheap chains like Great Clips or Supercuts. These were the days I kept my hair short. I would usually end up looking like this:
For seven or eight dollars, what do you expect? And the truth is, Asian hair has a different quality to it. Mine’s rougher. Thicker. Potentially poofier. The voluminous hair some crave I dread.
But a few years back, my problems were solved!
My family was in Toronto Chinatown. I needed a haircut. I saw one for $12.
Best decision ever.
All my previous haircuts looked like this:
But Chinatown? They get Asian customers. They know Asian hair. When I got my hair cut in Toronto that day, it looked like this:
…and afer that, I always got my hair cut in Chinatown. They will attack your hair. Brutalize it. Make sure it lays flat. It’s awesome.
Chinatown haircuts are a gamble, though. Usually the hairdresser’s English is less than perfect.
So more often than not I’ll walk in, sit down, and roll with it, with variable results. I once got a haircut in Boston while wearing neither glasses nor contacts, so I was completely blind. Meaning I couldn’t see the haircut in progress.
The end result:
My strategy? Bring a photo! It makes it a lot easier. Take my most recent haircut, for example…
Still, it’s an big improvement from the bowl cut of my grade school days.
My hair grows quickly anyway. One bad haircut is no big deal, because in a week it’ll go back to this: