Originally uploaded by resonance.
I managed to get away briefly after another 24 hour shift and get my hair cut. A co-worker of mine had highly recommended a hair stylist up on the North Side, so I said, "sure, why not?"
Here's the result. We spent about 2 hours this morning hanging out talking about all sorts of fun things ranging from Venezuelan politics to reggaeton to styling techniques he used that I've never seen before.
I have found a new stylist! Never had one before. Perhaps this is a sign of impending middle age?