Whew, this tapped into something real. So much of our identity work—emotional, political, aesthetic—has unfolded in the hum of hair dryers and the rhythm of a stylist's hands. The salon wasn’t just a place to get right, it was a space where we were known. And while IG stylists have skill, there’s something irreplaceable about the energy of a room where Black women gather and let their guards down. I miss that. I crave that. And I’m rooting for more stylists to bring back that balance of care and community.
I miss this. I feel like where I live the suite life has created a death of the salon where I live. When I get my hair done it’s just me and the person doing my hair. I used to love the salon model as a little girl going with my mom
Whew, this tapped into something real. So much of our identity work—emotional, political, aesthetic—has unfolded in the hum of hair dryers and the rhythm of a stylist's hands. The salon wasn’t just a place to get right, it was a space where we were known. And while IG stylists have skill, there’s something irreplaceable about the energy of a room where Black women gather and let their guards down. I miss that. I crave that. And I’m rooting for more stylists to bring back that balance of care and community.
I miss this. I feel like where I live the suite life has created a death of the salon where I live. When I get my hair done it’s just me and the person doing my hair. I used to love the salon model as a little girl going with my mom