New York Fashion Week at times was a blur. But the best kind of blur. For example, on the day that I was to have my hair cut by Aveeno’s Celebrity hairstylist, Patrick Melville, there was some confusion, I thought I was supposed to be at Lincoln Center and between shows could run to his salon at 50 Rockefeller Center quickly, but somehow ended up (my bosses’ orders, promise) in a cab to the Donna Karan show, which I ended up missing. You remember that story.
This was right after I gave our editorial team, who was fading, a pep talk: ‘Put some lipstick off, get coffee, have a cookie’ was my advice. Man, I needed more than a cookie when I realized that I had my dates mixed up and I was not in fact supposed to be in cab circling the wrong block–next time I’ll just get out–for the Donna Karan show but that I was supposed to be meeting with Patrick. He was going to style my hair. I had a totally accidental diva moment and kept a celebrity hairstylist waiting.
And it was raining so by the time I got there my hair looked like lawd, why?? Patrick quickly accepted my apologies, offered me tea and got to work accessing my bob. ‘It’s too heavy on the bottom,” he told me. “Like a triangle.”
I warned Patrick that I was sans relaxer and mentally kicked myself for not warning the salon I was brown ahead of time. I have to say, I was worried for nothing. Patrick was a pro. He gave me a piece-y bob with the height that I love up top. I didn’t look too done, a look that I’ve come to really like on myself (um, when it comes to my hair). While Patrick snipped away, he showed me pictures on his iPhone of the look that he created for the Monika Chiang show. I really liked how he juxtaposed the soft, fem clothing with the edgy hair.
When I left, I couldn’t stop touching my hair, it was so soft and light. I can’t wait to try and recreate my hair myself with the Aveeno goodies I left the salon with. You know, after I find an apartment.