Supernaturaly Change Me

Entering the hairdresser's salon is entering a different world, where Hindu gods brandishing scissors and hair dryers reign. We all wait patiently in line to take a seat and have our head layered like an extraordinary cake. Hair gets detangled and cut into beautiful sculptures. "I want it a lot shorter here and layery there and all different and new. I want to be different and new." The fresh haircuts let fresh winds blow through obscured minds: to look good is to feel good.