spare a thought for hairdressers and barbers, who unlike too many other professionals, are solely in the business of making everybody look good.
last summer i made the leap from taking photographs on my portabelle electronic telephone, and acquired a fancy SLR with a good lens. much to my amusement it also doubles up as an excellent fashion accessory, and when complimented with a stripy t-shirt, you become an instant andy warhol superstar.
so i was mincing past a barber shop in soho last week freezing my tits off in stripy t-shirt under a wee black leather jacket, when out of the blue the new camera fell in love with a keen young barber hard at work… the sweetest thing was he clocked me snapping away, and encouraged the taking of more. he then came rushing out of the establishment to hand me his email so i could send him results …which of course i did.
when you get older, taking selfies of yourself is no longer a viable option. faces collapse like dropped pies. no amount of instagram filters will ever hide the truth about you. consequently one is left with no other choice but to swing the camera lens in the opposite direction.