Tall Drink of Water

A certain Thompson LES owner made a beeline for me & my Swede friend last night while we were dining with friends at his hotel. He sat down, ordered a few rounds of "Top Chef" curry chicken & proceeded to name-drop like only a hotel owner can. I did my best to seem impressed (after all, MGMT is there in two weeks...)

He made a point of asking whether I was Swedish before telling me he exclusively dates Swedish girls. I assured him I was not. A couple bites of chicken (his) and a few polite laughs (mine) later, he stood to leave.

"You could totally pass for Swedish" he leaned down to whisper in my ear as he stood. "I have a thing for tall blondes," he winked as if he hadn't told me this several times before.

"Us tall blondes just love being reduced to our most obvious physical characteristics," I teased, "You must do well with that line."

Needless to say, he gave me his card. Guys like that crave a bit of sass.

Looks like I'm going to be poolside at the LES tomorrow! Couldn't have come at a better time, honestly. I'm losing my California color.

*scorpio*

Absolut Friends

I went out with my Swedish friend last night, who happens to be a rep for Absolut Vodka... which means it's always an insane time. The last time I was out with her, I slept in and was two hours late to work. She's so much fun.

We got to talking about the differences in dating culture between Swedes and Americans. In Sweden, you go home with someone and then decide if you should see each other again. If you go out again, it's assumed you're exclusive. There's never really a discussion about it. There's no dating-multiple-people thing; although I do have some girlfriends that are the same way: one person at a time. I said to my friend, "But then how do you know what type of person he is? Isn't that just setting yourself up to get really hurt?" She looked at me, and laughed. I knew about her last breakup with a high profile club promoter friend of mine (the way she & I became friends). "YES! Of course!"
To each their own.

*scorpio*

Bye-bye baby blonde...

After being platinum for as long as I can remember (and practically colorless for three years) I decided it was time for a change. My usual routine of four hours in the chair accompanied with scalp burning and a hefty price tag had worn out it's welcome. Plus, since my hair was getting longer I was veering away from Kate Lamphear territory and more into Christina Aguilara. Yikes.

I went to my favorite colorist at my favorite salon - kind of a second home for me as it's the only thing thats stayed consistent in my four years in the city. Armed with images of my color concept, I settled in for a long day.

First, she put in an all- over color, concetrating on the top of my head. She only did a few minutes on my ends, to give it that natural ombre coloring. After the wash, she told me "not to freak out". Never comforting.



TOTALLY darker than I wanted, but I have a long history with my colorist and I trusted that she wouldn't dissapoint me.

I was right. She then started to lightly tease my hair, applying highlights to only the strands that remained in her fingers. This is by far the most effective, subtle and natural looking highlights I have ever seen. (Also, the most painful, and time consuming). She added lighter pieces around my forehead and then sent me to the sink, again.

This time she applied a toner to bring out the honey and neutralize some of the darker notes. After an amazing blowdry by her assistant, I came out looking like this:

Right?!?

As a testament to how good she is, almost NO one has noticed a difference. While it is a huge change for me, everyone says it looks so natural. I knew I was in the right hands.

(Unfortch, those hands cost me SIX hours in the chair and a bit more to the wallet) Going forward, however, I'm back in the land of half-highlights. Hello, savings!

*scorpio*