The Hair Dresser

The more and more I do photoshoots for people, the more variety I experience not only in clients, but in the surroundings where we happen to be taking the pictures.

This guy at first didn’t seem homeless to me, but once you got a whiff of the alcohol, you knew that was the only option. My clients that day were Dee from work and his fiance who are getting married on January 1st and needed some photos for invitations.. So we ventured down to Civic Park in the heart of urban Phoenix. They were sitting on some steps when this guy walked by and tried to tell Dee that he should keep his sunglasses on and use them to look cool.

I asked him what he meant and that he should show us, so this photo was the result of that.

We weren’t prepared for what happened next though. He informed us he was also a hair dresser and that the girl’s style needed a bit of “pizazz.” So he walked up her, fluffed her hair a bit, all the while she was laughing hysterically, and then he stood back. I took a few pictures with her new “sexified” look and he nodded…”See, that’s better right?”

He finally moved on his way and we chuckled a bit then got down to business.

What kind of stuck with me was that we live in downtown Phoenix now and those encounters are happening more for me as the weeks go by. And some of you know the purpose of us moving down here was to help a church called Day Twelve get started, who’s main goal was to embrace the city and love the city in anyway it can.

For me at least, a situation like the one above can be uncomfortable. But I’m trying to get past silly stuff like that and just embrace these moments instead.

  • http://heathofee.com Heath O’Fee

    What an awesome story! He looks like a pretty cool dude, so I hope you took his advice…

  • http://www.behindmyeyes.me Jim Denham

    Well done Mike. You likely made his day by letting him have his say and get involved. There’s no telling what this person is going through and I admire your treatment of him. It’s hard to remember that we are all someone’s son or daughter and having compassion, even if in small amounts, is quite commendable. Great stuff!