It’s not easy to find a good hairdresser. I had one in the early ’90s named Adrian—he was also the stylist to Madonna. When Adrian cut my hair, his scissors just flew around my head in a blur, then stopped. There would be one lock of hair left long. Then, snip. And I had the perfect hairstyle. Shampoo, a little brilliantine and I was so sleek. I wore that hairstyle all through Australia, when I was working for BRIDE’s magazine. I got my dive certification on Lizard Island on that trip, and I still carry my dive card, just in case I need to do a quick James Bond-type move and also because I love to look at that hair cut.
Adrian disappeared, like all great hairdressers do, to Brazil, and I went through, no lie, 15 years of bad—or worse, mediocre—hair cuts and the search for another like Adrian. I can’t even bear to tell you the indignities I suffered, not to mention gray hairs, but finally I had the good fortune to end up working on a fashion shoot set with a couple of very style-savvy gals with amazing haircuts. And they assured me that all good haircuts happen in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. At this point I was the victim of brown hair and a ’90s severe bob given to me in Brooklyn Heights. It was humiliating.
But my hair luck finally turned and one day after I dropped my cat off for her acupuncture appointment at my Williamsburg vet, I stumbled upon Public. It was a hole in the wall really, but I decided to have faith in my fashion friends and take the plunge. I went inside and begged for a modern hair cut and color. Andy gave me the brilliant cut, and Laura did my color. She convinced me to go back to red, not auburn, RED! It was so amazing. I was chic again. But after a few visits, and a completely renovated life, things got complicated. Of course.
First Andy moved to the sister salon, Woodley and Bunny, also in Williamsburg. But Andy was never available, so I went to Ginger at Woodley instead, also awesome. But then Laura was never available also, so I found a colorist at Woodley. It was getting a little crazy anyway, getting my color at Public and my cut at Woodley. I had to alternate visits. But it was all like a cornucopia of Adrians—there wasn’t a mediocre stylist in the bunch.
Somewhere in the middle of all this, my 66-year-old mother came to visit from St. Louis. She also liked my haircut, so I took her to Woodley and Bunny to visit Ginger. She insisted that Ginger was the best hairstylist that she had found since 1965, so now she’s coming to visit every three months just to get her hair cut. (Plus Ginger’s vintage hotpants, platforms and mega-rhinestone glasses remind my mom of herself in the ’70s.) My sister even says she’s coming to have Ginger cut her hair. These people NEVER come to see me in NYC. I used to have to go see them, but now I have Ginger.
It gets even better. Today, I was at Woodley getting my weekly blowout, which I now have to get, because what good is fabulous cut and color without good styling, and who should I see? Laura! Promoted from her apprenticeship at Public to full status at Woodley. Now my cut and color (Ginger and Laura!) are all in the same place on the same night, which is a night that works with my schedule! Now that’s some good hair luck!