Closing. And Opening.

 

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I am at the END of my rope. This is me at the end of a long day. I feel like [a younger] Jack Nicholson as Jack. In The Shinning. Don’t show me an axe. For the love of all things sacred-

I have a lot on the plate. I have two months to figure out what to do. Really DO. Where I want my studio store front to be. Among other major business decisions, I am back to 16 hour days: school, meetings, operations, unscheduled meetings.
Tomorrow is a day that will be another long one. School, SCHEDULED meeting with my advisor/ mentor, client.

I am bagged. I’m pretty sure that I’ve used that expression far too much in the past 10 weeks-

I take umbrage with a few things at the moment. I’d like them to be recognized.

Completely plagerized from some seesters that I know and love so much:

Je suis heurues de:
*the fact that Gentlemen Prefer Blondes is now on for me to fall asleep to. “We’re just two little girls from Little Rock.”
*the fact that we have a great place to live & work from: warm and cozy and a ton of space.
*the fact that I’m a week away from finishing my course. Gotta get on with it! Will this mean no more 16 hours a day? Nah- Just means more operations hours will open up! I know me-

Mes Bêtes Noires:
*LA cancellation this week. I really needed that. I miss my peeps. I will miss the new connections: Deven, specifically.
*business decisions that need to be made. Pronto. What to do, what to do. Cryptic. I know.
*I’m a year late for getting a store front. [But I guess that’s good, considering the fake recession that was pushed on us this past fall and that scared people shitless to not spend money.]
* the filler that I have been inundated with over the past couple of days.

In the end, I’m very excited about this year. Nothing can bring me down. Nothing.

The Mythical Makeover

Lately, Deven Green has been entertaining me and a plethora of my friends with her series of dubbed videos of Brenda Dickson of 80s The Young and the Restless fame.

When I think of the word Makeover, my minds eye immediately sees the image above. Oh, Brenda.

Makeover is a term rampant from the 80s. It implies that you are not fit for the world. Further images of a mass of women sitting in Department Store Cosmetic Chairs being made over by other women who looked similar to the image of Brenda above (and whom still look like this but 25 years later) haunt me.

Makeover still exists, sadly. Preying on the insecurities of women everywhere, retailers convince women what their look should be based on the dictated Look of the season. It’s true. I lived it for years- I was that flamboyant gay guy who sold many of you The Look.

Luckily, women today are much smarter. And men too, for that matter. [We all know at least one Metrosexual.] Because information moves at such a rapid rate through the internet (or what my buddy Johnny calls The Oracle), people, in general, are much more educated and savvy as to what they want. The problem for people (from what I have encountered) is that, even though they know what they want, they don’t know how to get there. I have deduced that we all (at least in the Western World) play at least three different characters in our lives: Work Me, Home Me & Social Me. Another concern I have encountered from people is that all three of these characters can often meld into one more than not.

Even if- in most cases- peeps would rather have a little more distinction between their three faces of Eve. Okay. Maybe I’ve carried it too far, but you get my meaning.

The Studio offers makeup, hair and styling services that suit your needs and wants. Where you walk into most salons, you are inundated with having to become- at least a little- part of that culture. I am more concerned about being part of your culture, working with you and developing a look that works for you in every aspect of your life. Your Look has to represent you. Your Look shouldn’t necessarily own you, as it owns our dear Brenda above. Sure, sure. There’s a time and a place for pulling a Dickson. But we’re not always on a Red Carpet in 1984.

No. Own your Look or Looks. You should always have the final say of what you look like, appropriate to the situation, of course. And if you’re having a problem getting there, email me and let’s consult!