The Perfect Cut
Notebooks are seen scattered at the site where an explosive device went off near the "Francesca Morvillo Falcone" high school in Brindisi, Italy, Saturday, May 19, 2012. Several students were wounded.(AP Photo/Max Frigione) / Max Frigione
The following is a weekly 60 Minutes Wednesday commentary by columnist Steve Hartman.
The reason why you can't see the top of my head right now is because I just got a radical new haircut. That's why before I show it, I think you need to understand why I got it.
As a television reporter, I've always had great hair for radio. For TV, it's just too unruly.
So a few days ago, I decided to do something about it. I brushed up on the all the latest styles. I even combed the streets to study different dos, which understandably, kind of freaked some people out.
I was so determined to fix my mop, I even braved the bizarre world of the high-priced hair stylist.
There are no plastic capes at the Stephen Knoll Salon. And no faux wood paneling, either.
Folger's instant coffee? I don't think so.
I met with Stephen Knoll. "I'm always looking forward to a challenge," he says.
The next hour of his time would cost me $180. And for that price, I got pretty much the same haircut I had when I walked in.
Hartman: What's wrong with it?
Woman #1: That bang thing you got going on.
Woman #2: It's too long.
Hartman: I just paid $180 for this haircut.
Group of Women: Oh my GOD!
It wasn't quite the reaction I was shooting for. And I got laughs like Bozo only dreams of.
"Was it worth it?" asked one woman.
Maybe not. Or maybe I didn't spend enough. So I went to Orlo, the priciest hair salon in New York. Here, you can spend up to $800 for a haircut.
"It could be a lot better," says my stylist, Roberto, who fortunately told me I needed only the $250 job.
Hartman: When I leave here, it'll be good?
Roberto: Yes
He cut and cut, and trimmed and twisted my hair like a wind-up toy until - Voila!
Roberto: What do you think?
I don't know. What do you think?
Copyright 2009 CBS. All rights reserved. The reason why you can't see the top of my head right now is because I just got a radical new haircut. That's why before I show it, I think you need to understand why I got it.
As a television reporter, I've always had great hair for radio. For TV, it's just too unruly.
So a few days ago, I decided to do something about it. I brushed up on the all the latest styles. I even combed the streets to study different dos, which understandably, kind of freaked some people out.
I was so determined to fix my mop, I even braved the bizarre world of the high-priced hair stylist.
There are no plastic capes at the Stephen Knoll Salon. And no faux wood paneling, either.
Folger's instant coffee? I don't think so.
I met with Stephen Knoll. "I'm always looking forward to a challenge," he says.
The next hour of his time would cost me $180. And for that price, I got pretty much the same haircut I had when I walked in.
Hartman: What's wrong with it?
Woman #1: That bang thing you got going on.
Woman #2: It's too long.
Hartman: I just paid $180 for this haircut.
Group of Women: Oh my GOD!
It wasn't quite the reaction I was shooting for. And I got laughs like Bozo only dreams of.
"Was it worth it?" asked one woman.
Maybe not. Or maybe I didn't spend enough. So I went to Orlo, the priciest hair salon in New York. Here, you can spend up to $800 for a haircut.
"It could be a lot better," says my stylist, Roberto, who fortunately told me I needed only the $250 job.
Hartman: When I leave here, it'll be good?
Roberto: Yes
He cut and cut, and trimmed and twisted my hair like a wind-up toy until - Voila!
Roberto: What do you think?
I don't know. What do you think?
