I know exactly what I want ...
If it had gone to my barber, I would now have a "hot bob" on chin in fiery copper color. Three times my hair already had a date with Christophe and his cheeky pair of scissors. And every time the Figaro was a little bit disappointed that I did not want to see the stylish necessity of copper on my head (original sound: "That suits your freckled complexion"). Why could not I dissuade even sugary phrases like "Sweetheart, with the look you are very far ahead" of my brunette and especially always pliable Langweilerinnen- Langhaar mane?
Presumably, it is because my hair history is a wild naturgelockte, often to durchzustufte, straw bleached and unfortunately also spliss-strained. After various cutting ruins and false colors that framed my face unfavorably, I realized how enormously important it is to have a barber who understands me. I developed my own barber code: My contribution to better communication between customer and hairdresser. Since then, I immediately feel when it's time to let all the innovative styling consultations go by like water droplets of serum-treated hair.
Two years ago, for example, I got the knack of the casual scene barber Toni. He "curvied" (as he called his razor-sharp editing technique) through my mane-like hairy, long-bred mane to reduce volume, as he explained wordily. While Toni confidently handled the knife, a DJ turned wild on the turntables in the ultra-trendy, puristically designed salon. At the end of Clubsound Volume 3, my volume was nicely flattened, and I looked like I never wanted to look: graduated from the earlobe to the tips plucked out with wax. In order not to let the cool struppi-cut for the next four weeks with every touch of humidity out of whimsy, I immediately got the not really cheap professional flat iron from ghd including "Straight & Easy" smoothing shampoo from Nivea Hair Care and "Osis + Flatliner Flattening Iron Serum" from Schwarzkopf Professional. With this product combination, I ironed out the shaggy shaggy hair every day.
My second hair disaster started with my urgent blonde desire. Blond is a key stimulus for men - this works even with a few Sonnensträhnchen, as I had stated. Well please, then happily colored. When looking in the mirror I almost lost my composure: The hydrogen peroxide of the bleaching had lightened every brown pigment after 30 minutes. Just before I had everything cut off - better bald than this corn color - I waited for the first time. After all, so long, until salon boss Tina had tufted the yellow curls tuffig. Then I wordlessly left the salon "Haaresbreite". At home, I put my favorite crocheted cap on yellow and hurried to the city-known, but unfortunately also very expensive color expert Christophe. Tonight he brought the fawn-colored pigments back to my mane of blond hair - not without pitying my poor hair during the procedure.
Including the rescue operation, I was a total of three times with Christophe. And although he must have really understood my pronounced hairdressing fears, he tried the "How about a Bob à la Victoria Beckham?" Number every time again. Whereupon I answered again and again: "Neihein, besides, the Beckham has recently a short haircut, and now it is really anything but suitable for breeding."
My hairdresser code got the first entries: brunettes with blond longing should let the fingers of monotonous complete coloring. More natural are highlights in different lightenings. And: Clear messages to the Figaro - "It should all remain as it is, just the dry tips off." That's exactly four centimeters. " Incidentally, this wish does not have to be boring, emphasizes Martin Max, my new hairdresser, who conquered my confidence just cut by cut. "Changes in detail make a lot, even with long-hair customers," says the hair stylist from Hamburg. "Millimeters decide on the right case, regardless of whether it's a long or short basic cut," explains the professional. My barber heart opens again with such insightful sentences about the true editing art. Finally, when a satisfied new customer with a good hair feeling floats out of the salon, the chances are green that she will come back. And the next time she trusts the hairdresser a little bit more and may even dare more. "The customers have a need for security, I have to fulfill that," says Martin Max.And what does that mean for my barber code? If you are looking for a new family salon, you should put the point "trust" in the first place of the checklist. Because on her first gut feeling woman can usually rely. My stomach says yes to Martin.
Click on the picture to see the little lexicon for the salon visit
Nevertheless, a conscientious research in barber code necessarily a second expert. My choice falls on Wolfgang Zimmer, salon owner from Berlin. My concern with the Figaro: An updo for the big charity gala, to which I am invited in the evening. As soon as I sink onto the hydraulic massage chair, I babble on: "Not too piled up and firmly concreted, just with a hint of glamor." - "We never concretize," interrupts Wolfgang Zimmer. And before I continue to teach him how to pile my hair up, he suggests a slightly teased back of the head, sternly tucked behind his sides. While he drapes my hair by the wayside, Wolfgang Zimmer explains his salon philosophy: "Before our customers say what they want, let's suggest our idea, which gives us more creative freedom." Ah yes! Although I feel a little bit over the top, I like the pin-up result very well - breathtaking glamor without sticky hair spray scratches.
The gala test was passed by Wolfgang Zimmer. Now I want to know how he performs on everyday hair problems. And ask him the sensitive split-end question: "Why do long-haired women often leave the barber shop ten centimeters shorter than they had planned?" - "When the hair is broken halfway down, it does not do anything to take away just two centimeters, split hairs continue to break off, and the split ends pulls up," explains the expert. I note the explanation on my Figaro key under the point "hair rescue".
In the end, Wolfgang Zimmer convinces me with his final statement of his qualities: "You can not see that you were with us." This means: No fuzzy Föhn bird's nest à la Caroline Reiber at the back of the head, no artificial Killerblond or shrieking copper red. Just the natural case of beautifully cut hair - easy to style on the next morning.
With all due caution against extreme cuts in hairstyle life, a lance must be broken at this point for a successful look change. Of course, the suggestion "Try something new" should be discussed just a little bit - because disagreements lead to just described blends. So what does Martin suggest to me? "A French 60s bob, the sides smoothly graded with slice technique." What Please? Then he shakes, twists and puts my strands just as the French result might look like. And calmly explains what the ominous slice (= slices) technique is - namely "sensitive cut the hair levels in structure, so that the hair is nice and narrow." Sounds good, very good even, no Beckham Bob and no wrong color occur in the consultation.
Two hours later, I walk out of the salon and schiele on the way home in every shop window, whether the course geslicte case also pretty rocking in my step tact. Oui, it is rocking. Très chic. Because of trend-resistant - you just have to translate the trend into my own language, "Sweetheart"!
