This documentary charts the heady rise of hairdresser Vidal Sassoon from Jewish orphanage to the pinnacle of his craft. With Bauhaus-inspired hairdos he pioneered in the 60s and his wash and wear philosophy he revolutionised hairstyling and changed the world with a pair of scissors.
This is not a documentary about hair. It’s about style, passion, and self belief. I didn’t know the background to Sassoon’s empire prior to watching the documentary, but it is fascinating and HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. Did you know he took elocution lessons to dampen his East End/cockney accent?
“If you can get to the root of who you are and make something happen from it, my sense is you’re going to surprise yourself.” – Vidal Sassoon
I’m hitting all my Kiwi music favourites up on Youtube today. In less than two weeks I’m making my regular February pilgrimage to the sweet shores of Aotearoa. I always get really nervous before a trip home – what if everything has changed? What if I’ve changed too much? What if none of my friends love me anymore? What if I decide I can’t leave again? I just become a stressed out knot of feelings. I’m not ready to leave London yet, but New Zealand in the summer is just so damn amazing…
While I was in New Zealand I was introduced to Sal Valentine & the Babyshakes, by my dear friend Graham (Hi G!) who happens to be a Babyshake himself. The story, as I understand it, is that Sal composed some swinging tunes for a university assignment and assembled a bunch of talented musicians to bring them to life, and at the end of it all, everyone was having such a good time they decided to commit to regular rehearsals and performances. How lucky for the music-loving public! I went to a show of theirs and I can confirm it was highly danceable, a rollicking time.
This is SV&tBS performing Everybody Get Loose in Rodney Fisher’s gorgeous backyard in Te Atatu. An EP is on the way, so keep an ear out.
This song has haunted me for months – there’s been much googling of “Say that you want me,” to no avail. It definitely brings back some memories, like driving for hours with my friends in the dark nights of 2004, my little iPod mini hooked up to the stereo. Black sand beaches, highway ghosts, abandoned power stations.