I maintain that awesome hair is the best accessory and girlfriend can back me on this. I had some serious anxiety about finding a stylist in Tokyo; we both fretted over finding stylists for two very different and valid reasons.
Me: I had a superstylist in the States, someone who instinctively knew what avant-garde-ish cut I wanted before I did, got what looked best on me and steered me clear of potential regrets. Asymmetry? Duh. Supershort bangs? Um, no. Really? They look so damn cute on everyone! Yeah…I’m not doing that on you. Ducktail mullet? Yea! Fauxhawk? NO. Seriously, NO.
Her: Having naturally curly hair looks awesome but can be devastatingly difficult to maintain, especially when you’re transitioning and you’re getting your first proper lady cut in a city where 98% of the population has thick, stick-straight, coarse hair and we’re about to enter the rainy (Most. Humid. Climate. Ever.) season.
Well, this isn’t one of the most stylish cities in the world for no reason.
I asked a very cool chick with a damn fine cut where she suggest I go…and that’s how I found my Perfect-san. I thought I went wrong at the first salon because I didn’t have images to show the stylist so I loaded my iDevice, only to have superpro guru say, “Why don’t you leave it up to me?” Hell. Yes. Thank you, immense relief and yes please. I now feel very spoiled because I don’t have to do any pre-salon thinking and I walk out every time feeling like a badass beauty because he guarantees “you’re going to look fucking rad today” (except it’s in Japanese, which sounds even cooler) and his word is GOOD.
For GF, we investigated salons that specialize in curly hair (because they have those here) and she chose one that gave her good vibrations. Her person turned out such beautiful results, not only were GF’s curls perfectly loosely ringlet-ed and cool bob perfect for her face, her new ‘do really upped her transition process a lot, like multiple magic mushroom level-ups.
So, Tokyo salons? They fucking rock. Do they cost more? Of course but holy shit, it’s so full service that I get antsy, like: Can this be over yet? How much longer are they going to massage me? Do they really need to shampoo me again?…Because I’m that kind of grateful.