commitment-phobe (plural commitment phobes)
Last weekend, at the wedding of my very dear friend Paulina, I bumped into a face I hadn’t seen since 2003 in Los Angeles– Tammy, Paulina’s ever-amazing hair dresser at Privè. (Tip: the only place to make you a ‘real’ blond). Seven and a half years ago at an MTV party, Paulina met just-off-the-bus-from-Utah Tammy and since that moment, they have been so inseparable that Tammy was a guest at Paulina’s very quiet “family-only” wedding in the Paris country-side.
I am not so lucky.
In the nearly eight years that I have officially been in Rome, I haven’t fallen in love with that one hairdresser to continue forward in a happy, monogamist relationship. If anything, my attitude has been more polygamist: I get around. I have my guy for quick trims and styles, and then a few different boys for color. I can’t commit but a world of Good versus Bad Hair, I need to.
Good Hair is hair (style, cut, color) that you like and that you can easily work with. In essence, Good Hair based on your rapport with your hairdresser: i.e. consistency and trust. To simplify:
Paulina + Tammy Forever = Good Hair.
Moi + Hair Stylists Plural = Not So Good Hair
I need to settle down. My play list of hairdressers in Rome (centro):
Doctor Zhivago: Javier at Rossano Ferretti, (Trinita dei Monti) Expensive, tri-lingual and amazing in color.
Jerry Maguire: Rick, Noi Salon (Piazza del Popolo). Upfront and a love for English-only speakers.
Edward Scissorhands: Elena, Contesta Rock Hair (Monti). Wizard with scissors.
Titanic: Paolo, Paolo di Pofi (Barberini). Expensive and over-the-top. King of Extensions.
The Natural: Pantarei- Aveda, (Campo de’ Fiori) haven’t been to new location, awaiting feedback. Via dei Cappellari, 36, 066 878060
The Comeback Kid: Roberto d’Antonio (Piazza di Pietra), redid his salon. Colorist