When i was younger i used to get my haircut at a barbershop a lot like this one. I remember staring at the same place on the wall every time i got my haircut. The place was called Rough Cuts and only women worked there. They wouldn't turn you around to the mirror until the cut was done. Being only 7 or 8 i really didn't care much for what my hair looked like as long as they didn't cut my ears with the buzzer. This picture captures childhood fear i think. Being in someone elses hands besides your mothers scared you especially someone who handled scissors.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Rough Cuts
When i was younger i used to get my haircut at a barbershop a lot like this one. I remember staring at the same place on the wall every time i got my haircut. The place was called Rough Cuts and only women worked there. They wouldn't turn you around to the mirror until the cut was done. Being only 7 or 8 i really didn't care much for what my hair looked like as long as they didn't cut my ears with the buzzer. This picture captures childhood fear i think. Being in someone elses hands besides your mothers scared you especially someone who handled scissors.
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