I know that my food posts greatly exceed my hair posts, but that is simply because I have a camera in my kitchen.
Or perhaps I don't care to give away too many trade secrets, as we stylists (well, some of us) have paid a lot in time, money, and energy to achieve our status in the industry. I can share simple styling techniques, and all the makeup you care to learn- but color, cutting- sorry, my friends, it's mine.
OR perhaps I am much more critical when it comes to hair photos. I analyze every flyaway, every visable bobby pin- it is not going up unless I really, REALLY like it. Sorry, and in the following examples- I am not critiquing these beautiful girls' faces, my hub's photography- simply my own, very irritating mishaps.
|This girl was gorgeous and super sweet. Could I take a moment and smooth out her curls?|
|Oh dear. I was experimenting. Poor "S." Poor, poor "S."|
|Stunning picture, right? It was so misty that day- no chance for natural wave to stay hidden. Useful photo, just not for displaying a haircut. |
|Stunning hair, great perspective... way too many conspicuous bobby pins.|
|Yes, I think the black pins look great there. Don't you? Ughh...|
|Exceptional, massive amounts of gorgeous hair. Rogue curls- I cannot abide.|
It can be very frustrating. However, the reality is that most days are not like the above. Most people love what I do, and they keep coming back, checks in hand, for me to do it again. We talk and talk, sometimes about silliness, but mostly about things that are not so silly. I work with my hands, taking what once was dull and lifeless, and give it new brightness and movement. It enhances feelings of self-worth and dignity, and I think it is an alright way to make a living.
Extra alright. Better go take a few moments for my own hair before the day begins...