Quite coincidentally it left me looking a lot like a certain hero of mine...
But traveling will do that to you I guess. If I could have grown a beard, I'm sure the nomad in me would have done so.
I then went for a shorter look, via a "free trainee cut at Toni&Guy" disaster, which still left me with a mop of atrociousness.
Figure A:
...which still quite coincidentally still looked like Taylor Hanson...
Quite simply, it was time to re-brand.
A timely relationship shift prompted the early change.
My only requirement was that my hair was be cut by a Gay Man.
A very gay man. The search was a lot harder than first anticipated.
Finally, I figured that a gay salon in a gay part of town (Castro) in the gayest city on earth (San Francisco) was a safe bet.
I was right.
The transformation:
...Complete.
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