Gone are the days where the only men who could be found at a hair salon were the ones sitting in the waiting area while a significant other or relative got her hair done. Now, this formerly female-dominated arena is experiencing an integration of the sexes as more and more men are stepping across that threshold, into the styling chair.
When we think of the roots of hip-hop, we think of the streets and the youth that made street culture a multimillion dollar industry. The transformation of this underground culture into mainstream industries has allowed people like Karlo Reyes and Rex Korrell to turn what was once a hobby into a living while still staying true to their roots as Filipino Americans.
Virgina Gaw, 51, was born with double eyelids and through her childhood, she had bright wide eyes. She got plastic surgery because aging has made her top lids a bit “droopy,” giving her the appearance of narrow eyes and being tired all the time.
The door swings open releasing a whiff of the stale air that floats around the treasures I’ve come to search through. The smell is reminiscent of an old closet or forgotten attic. But that doesn’t deter me.
“It’s basically an inside look at an Afghan American family. The video will be specifically looking at three women who are revealing their families’ secrets as they prepare a traditional Afghan dish.” This is how artist Gazelle Samizay describes her latest work, “Noshe-e Jan.”
SOY Clothing started in 1999 as a concept between classmates. The idea that there needed to be more diversity in the urban-wear marketplace was not new, but very few had taken the initiative to explore alternate offerings, especially in the Asian American realm.
The Pacific Northwest isn’t really the first place that comes to the mind when people think of high-class fashion.
If he had followed his parents’ advice, he would be working in an office as an accountant. They once ran their own sewing school in Vietnam and knew that success in the fashion industry takes an enormous amount of hard work and patience.
Take a stroll on East Pike Street in Capitol Hill and one might walk right on by the Rock Paper Scissors store with its nondescript facade. The face of this business may be understated (with only a logo indicating its existence), but the heart and vision that lie within the storeowners radiate more than any neon sign.
It’s built into our psyches from an early age: If you get hurt, Grandma gives you a cookie. If you don’t get asked to the prom or make the football team, you comfort yourself with a burger, fries and a milkshake. The job is upsetting to you, so you eat a pizza.