The Return of Curly Sue
Mar 18, 2013 - by Beca Alexander
I hope my hair properly conveys how EPIC last week was.
It took about three and a half hours to create the awesomeness that sat upon my head last Wednesday.
Tim Duenas, my hairdresser at Arrojo, who has taken me from shoulder grazing tresses to nipple curtain length locks, styled by hair to match my pop-spirit animal, Beyonce, who we all know runs the world.
I'm currently working on a tutorial on how to achieve this hairstyle, as I'd like my hair to look like this at least once a month. I'm still not ready to permify this. Lots of curling, lots of foofing, lots of hairspray is my way. I'll leave the chemical stripping for another day.
The reason why I decided to go all curly sue on your asses was that Saynt turned 30 on the 13th, another reason last week was so "epic". He assumed he would not wake the morning of his 30th, dead in his sleep like so many over-the-hill New Yorkers before him. He's been complaining about leaving his 20's for weeks, his mind destitute of dreams of hitting a "30 under 30" list before he left his prime years.
When he awoke, he quickly realized that he was over thinking failing at life and just demanded gifts. Typical.
On the same evening, Belle by Sigerson Morrison hosted an event in partnership with The Covetuer, one of my fave web destinations. We've been email and phone buddies with Erin, Stephanie, and Jake for years and finally had the chance to meet them in person. I have a crazy amount of respect for this group, they've really built an impressive business and I love everyone they've ever "Coveteured". Currently attempting to amplify my cool enough to make their list.
Yet another event happened that evening, telling you, EPIC. Barney's celebrated the 60 Year Anniversary of Chloe, and of course, the who's who of the industry were in attendance. I chatted up Chloe Sevigny at the bar, we quickly spoke about her chilling performance on American Horror Story Asylum. DJ Harley Viera Newton spinned tunes while Leigh Lezark and Geordon Nicol danced a few feet away. We spotted Leandra Medine, Mrs.Manrepeller herself. Her paint-splatter jeans and red heels stood out amongst a group of attendees all wearing Chloe.