Monday, February 27, 2006
A much-needed haircut. Brilli isn't open on Mondays but Jana (who's great) sometimes comes in and cuts hair when the place is normally closed. It's odd getting your hair cut in an empty salon, quiet and almost solemn.
I'm not a very good haircut conversationalist, so I mostly listened to tinkling non-intrusive salon music, the kind that seems natural under the noise of a bustling salon, but seems melancholy in a big empty space.
"Music always makes me feel like I'm in a movie," Jana said.
Annie Lennox kept singing that this was "the saddest song I've got" and if it were a movie someone would be dying or maybe just riding an elvish boat to the Grey Havens.
My hair looks great, by the way. Thanks for asking.
When I quit my job to become a beautician, I'll let the client fire the first volley of conversation.
by the way if that is your entry into the mustache contest then I say HA-ZAH SIR! because it seems to be taking over the better part of your neck
Also, this shot reminds me of those series of short films you did where most of the people in the world mysteriously disappear. It reminds me of this because in one of the films a woman decides to give haircuts.
Was that thing ever finished? It was darn funny.
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