Anybody who has a shred of vanity knows that finding a good “hair person” is a difficult task no matter where you live. When I lived in San Francisco, I lucked out and - on my second haircut and after a college career of $15 trims - found My Guy, a fauxhawked hair genius from Tokyo who gave the best scalp massages and long layers a well-tressed gal could ask for. On the latter, when I say they were the best long layers, I mean it: I had to do little more than spritz some sea spray and shake and I had this amazing, textured, bed-heady style that made me look Nylon Magazine-worthy from the neck up.
My Guy eventually left the salon and I left San Francisco to return to my hometown of Los Angeles, the formidable Wild West of hair guru hubs for me. At the recommendation of a friend, I visited her stylist who proceeded to commit the cardinal sin of long hair-wearers: Cutting without asking. I left the chair with 5 inches less of hair, a deep frown and a desire to not sit in a salon chair for what would amount to another 5 months. By that time, my hair had grown out to a reasonable enough length to be considered “long” (as opposed to “growing out and awkward” which is what it was when there was 5 inches less of it) and, then, I found Caitlin whom I’ve been seeing since.
Ever since I started rocking the ombre look last year, Caitlin has been carefully tending to my strands, gingerly painting them and achieving what she calls a “color flow.” I don’t quite know what that means but I DO know that she edits me when I can’t edit myself: While I consistently ask her to go lighter to achieve a more extreme ombre look for a deeper contrast between my roots and ends, she’s always good about telling me what I don’t know I don’t want (“I want to go lighter!” “No, you don’t. Your roots are so dark, it will look weird.” “Okay.”) She’s the one who can make me go sunkissed-blonde enough without letting it get so blonde that it would make me worthy of a PETA/spraycan-style hair attack.
Below: Caitlin hard at work and rocking her own ombre hair.
End result: Just light enough.