||[Nov. 10th, 2007|12:03 pm]
The Fashion Pigs
Today I am going to go get a haircut. I know what will happen because it is the same thing that always happens. |
1. I will bring in 3 or 4 carefully selected, tasteful photos of people with similar face shapes to mine.
2. I will explain to the stylist that my hair, being wacky and AZN, tends to grow outward instead of downward, so could she please minimize the puffiness by thinning the hair a bit?
3. I will wait, patiently. Ever so patiently. Plotting. Scheming.
4. Maybe I black out for a bit at this part.
5. I wake up with puffy soccer-mom hair that is razored, not shaved, and that is volumized, not minimized. I do not know how the fuck they do it.
While I was looking for haircuts this time, I ran across probably my favorite mens' hair site ever: http://www.armati.nl/armati/kapsels.htm
Check this fucking shit out. Don't even read the words I wrote. Just look at the pictures and... let it wash over you.
KAPSELS HEREN-SALON, LOCATEN POOMF IN DIE MIDDLEN DE UNCANNY VALLEY
It's a wax figure of an Arab diplomat with a drug problem.
I looked at this picture for more than 5 seconds and now I can't see colors or do math.
KAPSELS: DIE HOTTEST HEREN-STYLEN FROM 1994
He is doing an impression of a horse that is about to get its ass kicked.
Douchebag in the front, douchebag in the back.
The expression on this guy's face makes me want to punch everyone in the world in the dick.