Showing posts with label Grace Jones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grace Jones. Show all posts

Friday, March 29, 2013

Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones is going to tear this bitch in two


And it isn't going to be pretty.  Deee Lite, Deee Lite, Deee Lite...

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Happy Birthday, Grace Jones!

She’s fabulous with hair…


Or without…


Let's get this 63rd birthday party started!

Monday, April 4, 2011

She's on C.P. time...

Ms. Grace Jones had planned on arriving promptly at the salon on April 1st for a touch up.
However, she got a little sidetracked the night before:

Then she got really sidetracked....




When asked for a comment about her tardiness by the press, Jones retorted:


So ended an exciting night for Gracie. But, fear not, hair mavens - Grace rescheduled and was seen the next day.

Behold the results of a quick buzz with the clippers. Ta and da.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Hair - The Minimalist Approach

In the middle of the 1920's while American college Sheiks and Shebas were swallowing goldfish, cramming into telephone booths and guzzling hooch in speakeasys, France capitalized on an opportunity that the US (due to the restrictive and ignorant attitudes of race) had missed out on:

MISS JOSEPHINE BAKER!




There are limitless reasons to celebrate La Baker, but since we're here to talk hair,  her extremely short, pasted flat to the skull, and shiny as a mirror hairdressing was a revelation for it's time.  And it was a sensation (what about Josephine wasn't?).  No one had seen anything like it and many thought she had actually shaved herself bald and painted it on!


Exploiting the rage to the fullest, a brilliantine pomade came on the market called Bakerfix.  By the thousands, men and women, black and white, snatched it up.



This retail counter top display unit recently came up for auction:

Only a ridiculous lack of expendable funds kept it from residing with me!


Two more notes of interest.  Firstly, simultaneous to the birth of The Josephine Baker Experience in Paris was the Exposition des Arts Decoratifs et Industriels, aka The Art Deco movement.  The two will always symbolize one another in my mind.

I would take another fifty years for a "lack of hair sensation" to occur again.  Ironically, it was another black American (though born in Jamaica) girl who had to depend on Paris for her initial discovery:



LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MISS GRACE JONES!



And as newer generations seek to outdo their predecessors,  Baker had a leopard:

  
while Jones enacted Jones-As-Baker-As-Leopard: