What starts at the roots often leads to everything else.
For years, I’ve worked with women and their hair, and behind every colour, cut, or quiet conversation, there was always something deeper.
Not a revolution. Just a reminder and a good fringe.
Working with hair taught me how women reveal their inner shifts through outer changes.
A new fringe. A lighter tone. A different kind of presence.
These weren’t just beauty choices — they were beginnings.
Each time, I wasn’t just styling — I was witnessing transformation in its quietest form.
I don’t take holidays. I go on missions.
I travel not to rest, but to discover.
To step into temples, into street salons, into hidden rituals passed from mother to daughter — and ask: what do you believe about beauty?
I collect oils, hair treatments, small moments of wisdom.
But really, I collect reminders — that beauty is a language, and we all speak it in our own way.
As a hairdresser for over two decades, I’ve seen how much meaning hides in simple rituals — a fringe trim, a drop of oil, a moment in the mirror.
Once, in a tuk-tuk ride through Sri Lanka, the driver told me that some women there start their day by massaging jasmine oil into their hair — as a quiet way to welcome the morning with grace.
That stayed with me.
What I bring back isn’t just a product.
It’s energy.
It’s meaning.
Every time I return, I bring something to share —
something real, something you can try,
something that reconnects us with what we already carry inside.
This is what I offer.
Not the trip.
The transformation.