About 12 years ago, Jo-Jo Baby was my hairstylist at Milio’s salon in Chicago. He is, among other things, a nightclub personality and dollmaker. His appearance belied his manner; he was soft-spoken, gentle, and was very good at making other people feel good about themselves (well, he always made me feel good about myself, I should say). I always loved the fun stuff he’d do to my hair and I miss the incredible things he’d tell me about his VERY interesting life. Even his gossip about people I didn’t know was riveting.
I’d be ashamed to let him see my hair now.
Jo-Jo Baby is on the far left. When at the salon, he didn’t dress up this much.
At the salon, he’d look more like this, if you replaced the yellow feathers with something black.
