‘Friends stared at me dumbfounded’: Guardian Australia staff share their most traumatic haircuts. What was yours? | Fashion

A merchant It became viral this week After flying in the air in a barber, he left him with a curved buzz.

Tradesmen insisted on paying the alleged non -standard haircut before the storm. The stock market led to an online conversation, some began to explain that they would never be brave enough to complain, and others began to explain the worst haircut experiences.

Here, Guardian Australian writers – almost a group of therapy sessions – tell us the worst haircuts. You can share yours in the comments below.

Graham Readfearn

In 2000, I was in the middle of the trip with a backpack that lasted almost years around the world. My hair was taking what I described as quite bright, but then my girlfriend had another word. Anyway, we were in a town in the south of Santiago and I gave it and found a barber. I went to the Chile’s sun that looked like Paul McCartney’s love child of the 1960s and Sharon Strzelecki. At least I didn’t go out – every other man seemed to have the same haircut. And no, I don’t have a photo.

Janine Israel

When I moved to London, paying for the haircut seemed very expensive. So I enrolled in a fancy hall in Covent Garden to become a “hairstyle” (also called guinea pigs). The waiver I signed meant that I surrendered myself to the style to do everything they wanted. My hairdresser, shoulder length curly brown hair in my hair to a dead flat blonde hair the day before he wanted to multiply the hair style, he said. Then he continued to cut my hair into the length and shape of a cheap clown wig with a strange band with a tufts of 2 cm long around the hairstyle. He looked angry on the blonde, but a lawn mower on me seemed to be torn apart throughout the work, and he knew the horror of the hairdresser’s sweating face.

Nick Miller

In the early stages of my career in the Western Australian newspaper, I switched from dark brown to blond hair, for a clear reason I could remember now. They stopped sending me to political door stops as a brand protection measure. After that, I had bright red hair and eyebrow ring, I can’t remember why, and they put me into a column work connected to the table for a while, and the main editorial cartoonist drew a cartoon shared by senior editors at the afternoon news conference.

Luca ittimani

I went to a TV show and said that if I won the cup, I would buy a bowl cut with him. I won and my wife put the cup in my head and chopped. There were no flat Beatle -style locks to keep a bowl straight, so it looked like half of my normal wavy hair model lost.

But I was determined – I kept the cut for about a month, the continuous expansion of the hair over my ears was emphasized that there was nothing below. Who knew that my forehead could look so big?

I’m doherty

I have a friend with a rock star. He appreciates himself with appreciation, but it is: well -intentioned, writing on taxation, rock star. Together we were kicking in groups, but he was always condemned for bigger things: his life is now sold in the USA stadiums, Wu-tang clan and parties, face t-shirts.

This man, who is ally with his extraordinary musical talent, has a hesitant, fascinating charisma. He went and then took a very cool haircut: he cut a very high buzzing sides, Betoped with a cheeky eave. He wore it, it looked great. “Yes, I can nail that completely,” I thought.

I didn’t nail it. It was terrible and aggressive and made me force me. The photos from that time are deceiving me. I think I just shaved my head and started again – trying to try to be cool and completely more careful.

Gabrielle Jackson

I was going through a major change of life in London – I quit my job and planned to travel and write a book, so I felt a new haircut to reflect me. I decided to leave my old hairdresser for many years, thinking that he was very angry and did not take me ”. That’s why I tried a new, very expensive and “fashionable hairdresser who gave the most perfect Bob in London. They give you a glass of wine before cutting you in this new place, so the stylist can recognize you. I have given my consent to an asymmetric boba.

It was very bad – everyone I knew looked at me in surprise. I went out for a drink and who was the only person in the bar? My old hairdresser! And I felt personally attacked Pleabag asymmetric bob story.