My New Haircut – The Razor Chop



My hair was long overdue a decent chop. You know one of those ‘wow – you’ve really had your hair cut’ ones instead of a trim that I have to flick around in Mark’s face for about 10 minutes before he realises that I’ve been to the hairdressers that day. So chop I did – well, Jordan at Hershesons on Conduit Street did – and I could not be happier with the results. Shoulder-skimming, textured lock goodness that requires little, if any at all, styling. Just what I asked for. Excuse the bizarre pouty photo, it was the best of a very bad bunch.

It’s probably the shortest I’ve had it since my early teenage years when my Mum used to silently action the hairdresser to cut it shorter than I’d requested to eke out the length of time till we’d have to see them next. To give it that lived-in look that didn’t appear too perfect Jordan razor cut the whole thing – not a pair of scissors in sight. Using just a razor and an extreme eye for detail, Jordan went round skilfully hacking off the length leaving behind a softer edge that meant that things wouldn’t get too ‘triangle-y’ when I blow-dried it and instead sat in a bed head-ish way. ‘The less you style it, the better’, were his words so all I’ve been doing is snubbing conditioner come hair wash time, adding in a few spritzes of the Oribe Maximista Thickening Spray when it’s damp and blow-drying it in the most ‘I don’t care’ fashion I can. If I need to neaten things up I do stick a few waves in with my GHD’s but it’s nothing too precise.

A truly wash-and-go haircut? I’m one happy chappy indeed.