If You Don’t Look Good, We Don’t Look Good

Sassoon gives designer Mary Quant the ultimate no-muss, no-fuss hair cut. So Sassy!

  Vidal Sassoon, the haircare guru who forever changed the way women wear their hair, has died. He was 84 and I consider that to be a very nice length of lifetime, right?   Anyone today working in the business of hair — cutting it, styling it, washing it or blow-drying it, owes a debt of gratitude to the guy who freed us all from rollers and old-fashioned space helmet-like hair dryers that kept our mothers captive for many long, hot Saturday afternoons. 
    Praise for Sassoon’s genius is piling up like hair under a busy barber’s chair. Tabitha Coffey, the star of the Bravo reality show Tabitha Takes Over tweeted that her day had been ruined by the news of Sassoon’s death. Madison Avenue salon owner and celebrity stylist Oscar Blandi said Sassoon showed him the “true art of styling” and made him fall in love with the hair business.

Legend has it that when Mia Farrow had her long, silky mane of blond hair cut short by Sassoon her then husband Frank Sinatra served her with divorce papers. It was much too sassy a move for Frank.

    I knew a guy who fell out of love with the hair business thanks to Vidal Sassoon. He was Richard Heyman, who owned the Gingerbread Square Gallery here in Key West. Way before Richard found his way to the Southernmost Point, he made a small, but impressive enough fortune in the hair business. Mr. Richard’s Salons occupied several storefronts in Toledo, Ohio. Each salon employed a busy staff of hairdressers. It was the mid-'60s and respectable women, of which there were plenty in Toledo according to Richard, dutifully maintained their hair with unerring dedication to tradition, just like their mothers had. 
    Richard Heyman was enjoying great success in the hair business when the innovative Vidal Sassoon splashed onto the scene. Sassoon was English, and in those days London was the trendsetting capital of the world with icons like Twiggy, Mary Quant, the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, all topping their brilliant, arty heads, with no-nonsense precision cuts ala Vidal Sassoon.  Richard packed off for London, and studied with Sassoon himself. And because Richard never did anything half way, he learned to do a flawless Sassoon cut, just like they did in London. Richard brought London style back to Toledo, and his customers loved him for it. Sassoon’s wash and wear cut was all the rage. And Mr. Richard’s Salons became the trendsetting place to go for mod hair.

Yeah!! No more rollers! No more teasing! No more shellack!

    But Sassoon’s innovations turned out to be not so good for Richard’s business. 
    Before Sassoon, the hair routine in Toledo went like this: once or twice a week women would visit the beauty parlor for a wash, set and comb out. This holy trinity of hair care could be administered to as many as 25 customers in a day. It was done assembly line style. First the shampoo girl shampooed. Then the hairdresser put the hair in rollers. Then, a turn in the hair dryer, with its strange, hot, ear-roasting solitude. Finally, back to the hairdresser for the comb out. Hair was teased, sprayed and shellacked into place, where it stayed put until the next visit.
    The Sassoon haircut changed everything. It was possible, before Sassoon, to fluff  (Richard’s word) a whole neighborhood of women in one busy salon day. But the Sassoon haircut, with its careful symmetry, demanded time. No rollers, no dryers, no hairspray or shellack needed. Further, one good precision cut haircut could keep a woman out of the beauty salon for weeks at a time.

Mayor Richard Heyman laughing at my hair.

    Richard’s beauty parlors went from being money making wash, set and comb-out factories to leisurely salons, where hair stylists in mini-skirts and 5-point hair cuts lavished their progressive customers with refreshments, conversations and picture books of Sassoon-inspired hair designs, and carefully calculated each woman’s leap into the trendy world of the sexually revolutionary '60s. (Morning hair that tossed right back into place after a wild night in bed made the one-night stand far more practical.) Mr. Richard’s business foundered. And since Richard Heyman enjoyed nothing less than bustling success, he grew restless, sold his hair care empire, and moved to Miami to consider his next move.
    Richard came to Key West, where he founded the Gingerbread Square Gallery. He loved the island city and dedicated himself to making Key West the best place it could be. He got into local politics. And then another ground-breaking move: he was elected America’s first openly gay mayor. Revolutionary. I worked for Mayor Heyman for four years, and learned from him important lessons that put me on the path to a very happy life.

Don't you just know that Sassoon and Mr. Richard are partying together, somewhere, where you don't need hair?

    So today I’m thinking I, too, owe a debt of gratitude to Mr. Sassoon, not just for freeing my mother and me from the tyranny of rollers and hairspray, but also for sending to Key West Richard Heyman, a man who changed my life with his spirit of fun, of fair play, of enthusiasm. RIP Vidal Sassoon. And RIP sweet Richard. May you party on in Hair Heaven.