Everything here is real work from the chair — cropped, anonymised and shown with permission. It's a fraction of what exists, because most of what leaves the private diary is never allowed to.
Cropped
Faces, always
Permission
Or it isn't shown
A fraction
Of the real archive
NDA
Covers the rest
Movement is the brief
Colour & cut · private commission
Each piece annotated with the technique — because the how is shareable, even when the who isn’t.
Slick-back updo with sculpted baby hairs — built to survive twelve hours of flashbulbs and one very long acceptance speech.
Hand-painted lights through a natural base — engineered to grow out gracefully for clients who can't be seen at a colour appointment every six weeks.
Point-cutting into wet sections — weight removed exactly where the head shape demands it, nowhere else.
Curl-by-curl definition with moisture layering — texture celebrated, never fought. The team's afro work holds its own national title.
A one-length French bob taken to the millimetre — the kind of line you can only cut when nobody is rushing you.
One chair, one mirror, one locked door, three floors up on Tib Street. Where most of this work happens — when it doesn't happen in your kitchen.
The premiere you watched last month. The interview where the hair was the only thing the internet agreed on. Some of it came out of a quiet room in Manchester — and that’s all anyone will ever say about it.
No forms, no booking systems, no records you didn’t agree to. Write a line — or have your people write it — and Melissa will reply personally.
Or by introduction, through a current client