Because women clearly wore clothes like this in 1956 Cuba, it was necessary to set this mini-film there. Doesn’t stop me from coveting various items of clothing pictured (the real clothes, of course, ahem), but it does make me think about the indelible romance of Cuba so often used for marketing and only thinly, if at all, actually related to the country itself.
Haircuts in Havana were always romantic for me. I went to see Papito, the king of Old Havana, whose atelier is a mayhem of antique salon equipment, beautifully painted walls, and extravagant blonde highlights on fashionable women whose skin tones might have demanded a slightly darker shade. Outside, this guy was always cutting someone’s hair for less than a tenth of the price.