You must always do what you feel is right.
Hairdressers are a wonderful breed. You work one-on-one with another human being and the object is to make them feel so much better and to look at themselves with a twinkle in their eye.
It's okay saying sorry, but when you are drunk you say what you really feel.
You either create something and you keep it a secret and you die with it, or you can benefit the craft.
We learned to put discipline in the haircuts by using actual geometry, actual architectural shapes and bone structure. The cut had to be perfect and layered beautifully, so that when a woman shook it, it just fell back in.
Mary Quant is my favourite fashion designer.
There were so many pretty girls coming into the salon as clients, and others working in the salon. And I thought, 'Hmm. This is rather nice.'
Women were going back to work, they were assuming their own power. They didn't have time to sit under the dryer.
A working woman could save a few shillings a week, and then every five weeks she'd come in and we'd cut her hair. She could shampoo it under the shower, swing it and dry it off or just let it dry by itself. It changed the lives of many young girls who'd never had the opportunity to be styled like that before.
I believe in the equality of man; and I believe that religious duties consist in doing justice, loving mercy, and endeavoring to make our fellow-creatures happy.
Hairdressing in general hasn't been given the kudos it deserves. It's not recognised by enough people as a worthy craft.
To me hair dressing means shape. It's very important that the foundations should be right.
I'll never forget one morning I walked in and I had a hell of a bruise - it had been a difficult night the night before - and a client said to me, 'Good God, Vidal, what happened to your face?' And I said, 'Oh, nothing, madam, I just fell over a hairpin.'
From my point of view, there is a tremendous amount to be said for secular humanism.
If you don't look good, we don't look good.
I got a telegraph from my mother who said that my step-father had had a heart attack, come home and earn a living. So I went back to England and the only thing I knew to earn any cash was through hairdressing.
I was all about my thoughts, my work, my inspiration. I was always in hair.
Bring out the eyes.
I don't sort of sit in a chair and pompously feel proud of myself about all the things we might have accomplished.
I kept thinking I would be spending my life up to my elbows in shampoo.