There, she sheared off the old overgrowth of the pandemic and gave me a ringlet-y curtain of bangs that fell right above the brow along with a cascade of shaggy layers.
And she was right.įeeling ready for change, I made my first trip to Treehouse Social Club, Mischa’s just-completed salon that she had magically managed to gut renovate and open in the middle of the pandemic. “They’re going to change your life,” Mischa told me. It was something that my friend and hairstylist Mischa G had been begging, nay pleading with me to do for years, but I just hadn’t gotten around to yet (which, by the way, is never not a tragic excuse).
For me, that decisive move was, at long last, getting curly bangs. There was something about the long haul of lockdown that made you want to take the things you were going back and forth on and-pardon my language- just do it already.
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