This was my second Wednesday in a row giving haircuts. Last week, I did a Marine high fade and turned a sort of tight, black cauliflower afro into a neat salesman's cut. Both turned out great, but I didn't think to shoot before and after pics.
(I also did a beard trim for Jeremy, who declined to let me touch his dreads.)
Byran and Val wanted cuts then, too, but I didn't have time to fit them in, so they came back today.
Byran wanted his short and Val asked for a trim to correct his last haircut—"I got butchered!"
I can't speak for my clients—what happens in the barbershop, stays in the barbershop—but I like cutting hair at the Day Center. It's nice to help them look the way they want to, of course. But also we engage each other on a different level of intimacy and trust.
How often, I wonder, do they get to say what they want and then see it happen?