So last time James made a cool party-recap video about his psychotic tri-city tour of the fashion week season, he sent me his vid and I was like, Oh Wow This Is Really Good And You Look Cool So Does Your League Of Committed Hair People But I Don’t Love Something That Unironically Attempts To Make The Fashion Industry Look Like A Spiritually Awesome Place.  That was me being the 15 y.o. girl Curmudgeon that many of my compatriots are familiar with, she comes out maybe 35% of the time when I’m having a conversation about Fashion.*  This one has a cool multi-second appearance of the Meadham K Boys’ Kitty-Cat (meow meow!) and I like the ending scene, so much, so I’ve decided to share it with you, my Beloved Internet Kitten-Friends.

*I feel righteously entitled to this curmudgeonly mindset as I spent my 19th and 20th years under the contractual obligation of IMG Models, a globally megalithic modeling agency, traveling around the world living in mouse-infested models apartments, working for the sleaziest fotogs, avoiding predators and not eating food, so give me like a tiny second of pause before you judge me for a being just a standard Grumpy Dude regarding the concept of Fashion Week Glory.

Continuing…

James being a total soulmate figure to my psychedelic map, see he already knows all this and is probably shaking his head laughing right…NOW.  JP and I grew up together in Redding CA, tiny little blonde kids running around the weirdest cracked-asphalt “playground” of St. Joseph Catholic Elementary, then parted ways so he could become a Straight Edge Vegan SkateBoarder and I could become a Dean’s List Highlighted Ponytail College Prep Cheerleader.  Having exorcized these respective demons, we re-collided in San Francisco, decided to move to NYC and then both exploded into two very different yet infinitely paralleled kinds of Hairdressers.  I Cut the hair, James Styles the hair.

James now officially resides between London and NYC but is often found straddling icebergs in Iceland or sliding down rock formations in Morocco, leaning in towards various Eastern European Gazelle-Women’s domes to comb, pin, and tease to perfection truly remarkable and groundbreaking silhouettes.

This boy recently won the Best Session Stylist of 2011 in the UK for heaven’s sake.  For those unfamiliar with this award that basically means Best Session Stylist of 2011 On This Planet. He was up against artists with 20 years of experience on him, and is so humble about it you kind of want to puke.  He is legitimately a truly gifted artist with a solid gold heart and long list of other character attributes including he has an impressive collection of veg-inspired tattoos, also a Jimmy Buffet lyric one, also about 35 others that are going to make him look like the creepiest circus man when he’s 95 years old, still working on set with 16 y.o. Hungarian Supermodels.

Check out James’ portfolio here: James and Some Girls

Also watch this video, it’s quite lovely.

Love,

Ryann