Thursday 28 May 2015

Coils Ain’t Coils Part 2 – It’s “Me Monster” time…


Howdy Folks!

Ta da! I DID it! I finally got my special Curly Girl haircut at Neel Loves Curls, and I can confirm it was worth the wait. Check the photo below if you don’t believe me.
 
What can I say? This guy is seriously passionate about curly hair and the Curly Girl (CG) method and will talk your leg off about his conversion to the “CG Religion”. Because I’d already started ‘practising’ as a CG and have a good regimen for my hair, I think I might have stolen his thunder. Sorry, Neel, you’re preaching to the choir. Really, I’m a convert.

He has a copy of Lorraine Massey’s Curly Girl handbook which he made me look at while I waited my turn. Having looked at it in depth now, I might remove it from my Amazon wish-list and try and score a library copy instead. I think I know all this stuff already from countless CG internet sites. Still, it’s good to say “I’ve looked at it”.

Neel’s salon is suitably theatrically decorated - clearly to match his own fabulous personality, but also pretty basic and a comfy in its setup. It’s essentially a space above a shop (Quick Brown Fox on Brunswick Street). It consists of two chairs, and one basin so there’s a wait if there’s someone at the sink. Don’t expect super-trendy, high-tech fancy-shmancy salon trimmings. He DID say he and his business partner Christine are considering a bigger salon space with an extra chair for a colouring specialist. I welcome this, as the place where I get my colour done is rough with the towelling off, acts offended that I bring along my own sulphate/paraben/silicone-free products whilst NOT offering a chemical-free alternative AND they think it’s weird that I don’t let them dry it off with a hairdryer or straighten it any more. If Neel gets a CG-friendly colourist, then the experience will be complete!

Neel looked at the photos of inverted bobs I took in and seized on one in particular that he and his partner Christine both loved. That’s what he gave me and I am very happy with it. Seriously, the guy can cut hair. Dry cutting is so much gentler and quicker than a wet cut. Neel sculpted my hair like a gardener doing exotic topiary on a garden hedge, and removed the boxyness/pyramid shape instantly. I think it will grow out beautifully as a result, and maintain its shape for a few months at least (I hope).

He then washed my hair at the basin. He asked if I wanted a co-wash or a low-poo shampoo wash. I opted for a co-wash, just to see how he did it. Basically he ‘washed’ my hair with conditioner instead of shampoo then conditioned it as normal. There was a lot of squishing and squelching and light-handed rinsing. He patted my hair dry with an old tea-towel then put me back in the chair to start the styling process. This was the most useful part of the experience and I learned a lot about styling in just 20 minutes with Neel.

Neel mixed/'cocktailed' a 20-cent coin-sized blob of Miessence gel with a generous  squirt of Jessicurl hair oil and really worked it into the wet hair, coating each hair strand by strand, then finger-curled it into spirals all really tightly from the scalp/crown. I sometimes do this at home, but it takes me ages. Neel did it in half the time. He then got about 10 Deva Clips and lifted the finger-curled swatches of hair and clipped them so that they sat off the scalp to dry. This adds volume, and given I am starting to thin out from hair loss, I can do with some volume, so I may grab some Deva clips when Muddy and I are next in the US and try this out myself.

I then sat under one of those wall-mounted hooded electric dryers for 10 minutes – Neel calls it the Darth Vader. Once done, Neel removed the clips then made me turn my head upside down so he could finish off the drying with a diffuser on a hand-held dryer. He used hot heat but minimal movement and no hand-touching of the curls. Two scrunches later, and we were finished. He even put a sticker badge with his logo on it on my cardie – cute.

All in all, a great experience. In the three days since I had my haircut, I’ve managed to mimic the same post-salon effect by conditioner-washing with stuff from the health food store and using a general dollop of hair “crack” – the  delightful ‘Knot Today’ leave-in conditioner by Kinky Curly, after which I dry my hair with an old t-shirt and a microfibre hood. The last step is to use massive amounts of gel and pomade and work it through to create lovely curls. And then…

Sit. Wait. Keep warm. Don’t touch your hair at all. Curls will follow.



Check out the pic again if you don’t believe me.

Sunday 24 May 2015

Mad Max 4 - Fury Road - a furious ride!



Howdy Folks, it’s exhortation time! I am exhorting you to drop everything and go see Mad Max 4: Fury Road.

Now that I've come down from the aural/visual/sensual high that is this extraordinary film, I urge every single one of you to head to the nearest big screen cinema and strap yourselves in for the cinematic ride of 2015. Fuck yeah!

Take your loved ones, your parents, your (older) children, your grandparents, your friends, and while you’re at it, your pets. Let George Miller take you through a crash-course in Directing Action Films 101.

It features real humans performing real stunts – and I mean seriously death-defying stuff. It uses minimal CGI. It features Charlize Theron rocking a gorgeously butch haircut, looking like the sun-kissed Amazon of the Veldt she is. It features the melancholically pretty and thankfully near-mute Tom Hardy as the eponymous Max. Megan Gale makes an appearance in the nuddy.

Strange as it sounds, there are quite a few nods to iconic silent films. Yes, you read correctly - silent films. In amongst the noise, the crunch and the crash, amidst the thrash of drums and electric guitars, there's some real visual poetry here.

Without giving too much away, the early scenes inside the Citadel look a lot like Fritz Lang’s classic Metropolis, and the henchmen perched atop the long swaying poles evoke the Keystone Kops or Buster Keaton-style antics from that same era. Muddy reckons they reminded him of Balinese fisherman hanging off fishing poles! In a pre-audio world, silent films told stories through physical action, body language and facial expression alone. No words required.

So much has been said about its feminist slant – brutal patriarchy overthrown by a ballsy chick, a pregnant supermodel-cum-Boudicca, a bunch of grannies on motorbikes and a couple of tag-along blokes lending their muscles on the journey – that I don’t need to add any more. If you’d like to read a good deconstruction of the film, then check out Anthony Lane’s review in the New Yorker.

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/05/25/high-gear-current-cinema-anthony-lane

For me, the image of a girl madly clutching a handbag containing precious seedlings thirsting for soil and water is one of the film’s more poignant images. The film is full of these arresting moments that take you by surprise and make you think, but never slow the film down.

This is a stand-alone epic. No need to have seen the originals.

Check it out on the big screen while you can.