Alma

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Everyone calls me a Christmas tree.

I start my day with a coffee and finish it with bourbon.

When I was a child, I used to tweeze my dad’s eyebrows.

I studied color at school.

When I started, I had no tools, so I made a couple myself.

I came here from Albania when I was seventeen. I came for the picket fence — the American dream.

Back home, fathers give their first name to their sons — but you have to earn it. Instead, my father gave me his first name, Guri (‘the rock’). I think, I earned it.
 

 

 
One day, one of my clients calls me and goes, “There’s someone outside in a limousine looking for you”.

When someone says, “You are special, and I would like to help.” I just say, “Oh, thanks”.

I teach only those stylists who love their craft more than I do.

After I start, I don’t let anyone else finish my job.

You can trick your skull with keratin hair extensions. It’s a little harder to trick what’s inside.

I love razors.

I have a massive collection of scissors but I only use two.

I can’t stand mess at my workplace.

Sooner or later, every professional comes up with little things that make their job a lot easier.

I ask my clients to come to my studio, even if they’re Steven Tyler.

I’ve owned this space for about fourteen years. I built it with my own hands.

I just came back from Turks and Caicos. I love to travel.
 


 

  

 

I’m supposed to give clients what they want, but normally I end it up with what’s best.

Some people forget that to have Kardashian hair one needs a Kardashian face.

I get texts from clients saying, ‘I fucking love my hair!’. But then one will text me saying, ‘You cut my hair too short’. That night I won’t go to sleep.

It’s not about business anymore, it’s just about my work and people.

It’s easy to have fun when you like music.

I like silence at home.

Of course I can tell if someone is walking with hair extensions.

Sometimes, I paint with nail polish.

There’s something wonderful about working with your hands.

I’m afraid, I am a perfectionist.

It’s hard to make a Christmas tree look tacky.

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I've been exploring cities and neighborhoods for as long as I remember myself, documenting my observations and discoveries with photographs and in my journals. This mindful wondering has inspired and greatly fueled my design and research work, parts of which I'm sharing in this journal. Drop me a line at editor@arthurious.com