Do you hate when people act like the bar is their delicate runway? As if all the nightclub patrons should move out of the way for a little lean girl to prance in a skin-tight setup while everyone watches? Oh, this is a fashion show?
To fund-raise for the launch of his new fashion magazine tramp, local blogging fashionisto Tomik Dash summoned a crowd of Atlanta clothes-horses last Thursday at Halo, below the Biltmore in Midtown. Dash, which was fair a gold-leafed uni brow and a half-foot bleached Mohawk, handed out mini-mags with fashion spreads he styled to tease the real thing to come.
I thought it was purely a stylish set at the party; I didn't understand I was in the presence of Atlanta's haircut. The hairstylists of the city seem to have a tight, influential network and one stern hairstyle after another reminded me of the power beneath those bangs. One elegant gent even had a checkerboard shaved into the sides of his curly ginger Mohawk.
