To Cut Or Not To Cut

For those who know me my fear of the barber is a well-known fact.
In many religions parting with one’s hair is a sign of devotion, showing a willingness to make a fresh start, leaving the old self behind, a symbolic re-birth.
Like the girl in the photo, taken earlier this month at the Thaipusam Festival at the Batu Caves in Malaysia.

If only it were that simple, even I might be tempted.

Not Here Anymore, Not Quite There Yet.

© Hans Kemp 2009

CUT

Is 2008 the year I muster my strength and confront my demons? In other words, dare I get a haircut?
Just before Christmas I was in Hongkong and I explored the old neighbourhoods of Yau Ma Tei. Looking again at this barber’s sign I encountered on those streets reaffirms my beliefs to stay out of the chair. Apart from the Child Cut, which could come in handy in Hong Kong’s overcrowded tenements, Lose Face Hair in old Chinese style conjures up images of an ancient and refined torture method.
I’ll give it a pass this year I think.

Not here anymore, not quite there yet.

© Hans Kemp 2007