I remember a long time ago my auntie told me the story of how she bought an antic French hair salon chair from an old Gypsy in the village.
Her husband, my uncle was also a photographer, house full of old cameras, walls covered with paintings and photos, and in a corner was that chair, as unusual as it may seem it did blend in perfectly into their house, as if the unexpected was always to be expected in their house.
It added character to that place, and I found that story amazing and somehow romantic and it left a mark on me.
A mark so deep that when I first arrived in Taiwan and saw the beautiful old salon chair in the local hair salon I immediately told my girlfriend at that time that I wanted one. She thought I was crazy , guess she was too, since she accepted to marry me a few years later…
Then a couple weeks ago that very same girlfriend, who became my wife, found an ad for exactly that, an antic Taiwanese hair salon chair.
And so, as history repeats itself, I’ve become a photographer, just like my dad and my uncle before and I have now an amazing piece of furniture that is part of the Taiwanese culture right in my studio, ready for our clients to prepare for the shoot.
Make sure you marry someone who loves you and supports your crazy ideas…
Nico
