Where'd you get yer hair did?

I went to Milan. No, not Italy, a small salon in the financially challenged area of town, the part where I live. This salon specializes in working with hair other than white people's. Don't get me wrong, they still work with white hair but this is definitely a multicultural experience. Everyone in this place was tremendous. They were charming and most importantly, forgot I was in the room at all for the majority of the time I was with them. This doesn't happen all that frequently in my area. Everyone assumes I'm a party photographer and jumps up and down asking me to take their picture. There is an innate exchange of power between someone and me when they want me to take their picture.

Here's a few pictures from today.