She asks me why...I'm such a hairy guy...
Oct. 24th, 2005 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceebeegeeSaturday and Sunday, I was a hair model for this...hair gig on the Village. A really fun assignment. We had our hair worked on and styled by these Japanese students who didn't speak any English, so we communicated with each other by smiles and pointing. The teachers hovering over them spoke English--one of them was French and he and I chatted en francais. I think he thought I was more fluent (I am not) because my accent is pretty good. He was quite verbose at one point--he was asking me about how it felt or was the guy hurting me, and I hastily said "it's okay." I told him I wasn't fluent!
The gig was at this hipper-than-thou studio on Jane Street in the Village, one of those shiny-brushed-steel and exposed brick wall places, called Industria.
They had a big table with tons of food on it--of course, it was all processed food, a lot of crap, like all kinds of chips and candy, and sodas, juices, Red Bull, water. I snaked out a few protein bars and cans of Red Bull--that shit's expensive, if it's free I'm going to take some!
We were called for all day, both days--when we got there we sat in chairs, waiting while they learned techniques and then came over to practice them on us. Each style took a while--my favorite was the first one, wherein my hair was cornrow-styled, with all of the rows originating from one point on my forehead.
Isn't that wild? Here's another style:
Then there's the pull-it-all-back-and-put-it-in-a-foofy-'do-in-back-then-paint-it-with-clay look. Hence:
Kuh-raziness. But it was lots of fun. I just buried my nose in my books and let them do their thing. I can think of worse ways to make money than to sit all day and read.
The gig was at this hipper-than-thou studio on Jane Street in the Village, one of those shiny-brushed-steel and exposed brick wall places, called Industria.
They had a big table with tons of food on it--of course, it was all processed food, a lot of crap, like all kinds of chips and candy, and sodas, juices, Red Bull, water. I snaked out a few protein bars and cans of Red Bull--that shit's expensive, if it's free I'm going to take some!
We were called for all day, both days--when we got there we sat in chairs, waiting while they learned techniques and then came over to practice them on us. Each style took a while--my favorite was the first one, wherein my hair was cornrow-styled, with all of the rows originating from one point on my forehead.
Isn't that wild? Here's another style:
Then there's the pull-it-all-back-and-put-it-in-a-foofy-'do-in-back-then-paint-it-with-clay look. Hence:
Kuh-raziness. But it was lots of fun. I just buried my nose in my books and let them do their thing. I can think of worse ways to make money than to sit all day and read.
