Repeatable phenomena

My hairstylist, Jason, is really amazing. He seems to take my disheveled, hair-ridden self and turn me into a put-together guy, almost as if I had planned on looking a certain way.

It's strange, however, that in the last 30 seconds of my visits, he turns my lovely haircut into something more suited to a poodle--upswept and untenable. I could never do such things at home. But he must like the visual drama. I've included a picture, but it really doesn't do the "leaning tower of hair" justice.