The Apartment room smelled like burning. However, when a girl curls her hair, usually it makes this kind of smell when hairspray, gel, and all those other crazy girl products are involved. Looking down at the curling iron, a chunk of hair was sticking to the ceramic plate. It was no longer attached to a head.
This is when I decided that I needed to get a hair cut in Italy.
Megan Considine and I walked down to a salon next to the Gould during some free time we had. She promised me that she would be my wingman and support when they chopped off my burnt ends. I have not gotten a hair cut from anyone else since I was 13 except for my hairdresser back in America. Walking into the salon, IDetroma hairdressing, we walked up to the counter and that is when I met, Vincent, or "Vinny" and his assistant. Vinny was wearing black leather shoes, a tight black V-neck shirt, and tight black fitted dress pants. His hair was a mess of black feathered pieces thrown about and he was popping his hip out like there was no tomorrow. The assistant proceeded to take me back to the washroom and shampoo my hair. I tried to explain why I was there to begin with, however, she spoke no English. Simply staring at us with a confused look on her face, I laughed it off and continued to make looks over to Megan.
After the wash, she took me back to the front of the salon and Vinny went to work. He asked what I wanted and when I replied, "Just a trim," he proceeded to grab huge chunks of hair and start chopping. Megan sat there in awe as I stared at her through the reflection in the mirror almost with tears in my eyes. There was no turning back and I was on my way to a "Euro-mullet." I closed my eyes and let him finish his "masterpiece" as he danced not only his body around my swivel chair, but his scissors danced as well. Italian hairstylists refuse to believe that you are right about your own hair. They think, rather they know that what they will do to your locks is utterly perfection. Vinny kept saying to me, "Oh, this will look so good. Yes, yes, you definitely need these chunky layers." Once the cutting began, my mouth shut and I hoped to God that I wouldn't have to shave my head completely once I left.
I started talking to Vinny about his business. He said he did not get many tourists, as they are not usually here long enough. He also mentioned how much he loved cutting the hair of people not from Italy because they then return to their home with a new look that he created. Vinny constantly spoke of his profession as an art. I could tell he truly enjoyed what he was doing as he sang and pranced around in the process of my cut.
Needless to say, the haircut was a success and I thanked Vinny for his services. Confused on whether or not to tip, I simply asked. He had no idea what I was talking about so once again, Megan, Vinny, and me laughed it off and went on our way. So if you are thinking of having a choice of how you want your hair styled in Italy, think again.
Idetroma Hairdressing
www.idetroma.vpsite.it
Via Dei Serragli 59/r
Firenze 50124
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