TOUCHING someone’s head is an intimate thing. I have a girlfriend who quit hairdressing because all that energy being expelled from countless customer crowns was giving her anxiety.
Sounds crazy but it’s true. How many times have you sat uncomfortably with your head in a basin as someone asks innocuous questions while stroking your temples. It’s trip-to-the-gynaecologist awkward in the wrong hands. Also, your hair is your signature. Sure, someone else can write your name but it’ll never be the same as when you do it yourself.
So when I got an invite to have my hair done by Mark Woolley from Electric Hairdressing I had to go, despite the sweaty palms. Without overstating it, he is a master at what he does. The Picasso of the hair world – he understands the creative collaborations between a client and what he thinks will work. A rare gift. Rarer still, he has installed that instinct in his staff.
Tucked behind the MAC counter in Harvey Nichols his newest salon sits, intimate, utterly cool and incredibly welcoming. We set about my brief of creating the perfect messy barnet.
He nails it and even succeeds in changing my mind on the importance of hair preparation – which is huge for a girl who dry heaves at the thought of a bouncy blow dry. Edinburgh is about to get Electric, I know you are all going to love it.