Cinema Beauté: My first NYC blow-out

I flew into town for a whirlwind (one night only) visit, feeling less than happy about how my hair was looking. At Grand Central Station, I found a salon (Francesco's) that could take me right then for a blow-out.

My concern started early in proceedings:

See that big clump of dripping wet hair in my face? Yeah, instead of clipping it back, Eliza let it slap me in the forehead and nose for a good ten minutes before I realized that my hints (constantly pushing it out of my eyes) were getting me nowhere and asked her to clip it. Things did not get better from there.

The end result? What I think of as newscaster hair...for the Retired People News Network:

I was meeting Dr. Jay Parkinson at Le Pain Quotidien, so had to do something fast to fix matters. I ran my fingers through my hair furiously, trying to comb out the hairspray and flatten things. No dice. I tried on a variety of hats at Filene's Basement. I even considered tying a scarf around my head. Finally, a $3 red stripey headband from Strawberry was my godsend.

The cool thing? I haven't had to wash my hair since the blow-out on Wednesday. All the teasing and hairspray has somehow managed to stave off the usual greasiness and itchiness that I experience if I try to skip even one day of shampooing. Right now I'm experimenting to see how many more days I can go with my hair still looking quite good (as it genuinely does). The excess poofiness has gone and now it's just bouncy. In the end, not such a disaster after all.

Comments

[Alice Bachini-Smith]

This is why I have long hair- phobia of hairdressers. Can there be anything more shameful than a newscaster haircut? SO glad you got out alive in the end!