Behold, the new me - courtesy of Primp:

Now, a bit of history.

For many years I was a stalwart believer in barber shops. The kind with old men who recite sports scores by rote, thirty year old National Geographic magazines in the waiting area and chairs made of chromed cast iron with large bakelite handles and the manufacturer’s name cast into the footrest.

No more.

I’ve never been particularly adventurous with my hair. Sure, I grew it out almost to my shoulders in high school. Yes, I had it buzzed army-short in university. But I’ve never really done anything daring with it.

And to be daring, one needs to find good people to blaze new trails with. I heard about this salon from a few friends and decided to spend more than $12 on a haircut. The affable Lisa did a great job on me - fussing over the thick forest that was once my hair, and turning it into something rather pleasant.

Next time we’re going to talk about colour. And that’s all I’m going to say for now. But - to honor my promise to Stacey (who posted her own little before-and-after photo sequence) - here’s the rather unflattering “before” shot.

(yes, I know it’s not fair to take the “before” shot with a $10 webcam and the “after” shot with a digital SLR, but just deal with it.)