I work with strands, glues, textures. But for me, it's so much more. When a girl comes to me - no matter if she's confident or tired, happy or on the verge of tears - I feel it all with my fingers. Her hair tells me her story. Soft or hard, brittle or well-groomed, natural or with a whisper of red rebellion... it's always a dialogue.
And at that moment - between the comb, hot capsules and a gentle touch - the magic begins. The girl relaxes. She trusts. And I turn uncertainty into a smile. Because a beautiful length is not just centimeters. It's about how you feel when you look in the mirror. It's "damn, am I really that beautiful?"
Sometimes I think: if I weren't a hairdresser, I'd still work with people. Through touch, care, a soft presence. But I chose this. And you know, I think it was the best intuitive investment in myself.
When was the last time you changed something in yourself - for pleasure, not necessity?