I got my hair cut yesterday, but didn’t feel like taking a picture. Instead, I’ll show you my 1995 hair. Back then, my hair guru, Keith Carpenter (who also did my hair yesterday), and I decided I needed the curliest perm possible — a chemically-induced ‘fro. Keith’s colleague did the perm reluctantly while Keith and I yelled at him to use the smallest rollers possible. The perm turned out to be my favorite ‘do evah. How could I not be happy with my hair reaching up towards the heavens? I still love this look, but it was too difficult to touch up the roots. If it weren’t for the touch-up problem, I’d do it again.
This picture was taken the day or day after I got the perm. My friend on the left side of the photo was not a cyclops; she’s just badly cropped. Don’t I look capable of committing assault with a deadly eyebrow? I just needed to go over those super-thin eyebrows with a Sharpie to create a chola-riffic look.
“Maybe I am hiding a razor blade in my hair … maybe not.”I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I look at this photo and I’m all like, “Excuse my beauty!”
Um i love your hair. Afrotastic. Nuff said!
Love the mass of lush curl. If you truly miss it, you could get a (really good) wig!
Cybill and Duchesse, you are totally right. I should go for the wig! I will have to go to the NYC hair district. Yep, there’s a hair district!
You looked great (you still do minus the fro)… I too would’ve kept my fro if the retouching of the roots wasn’t such a pain