"I just want to Like what I Wear."
Salutations Revered Human,
This is the first entry of a series of cerebrally recorded dialogue between myself and the people who entrust me with their head-hair. It’s a glorious and gruesome world we live in, treasured moments of human interaction are frequent for me, please read the following, and know my puce-coloured heart drips with gratitude.
CC.1:
RB: “A___, you’re gorgeous? Dude.”
AS: “Hey Ryann, yeah, I’m here for a second visiting my boyfriend. Uhm I’m going to Hawaii tomorrow, when I step off the plane I’ll be wearing a white leotard trimmed in garlands that will touch the ground, white tights and also a headpiece, that I made. I’m meeting these kids there, they live in an abandoned schoolhouse.”
RB: “Joking? What?”
AS: “Yeah, well, I’m going there to design a collection of costumes and we’ll be shooting the collection afterwards, I’ll be wearing what we make. I need a haircut. I need to look like, uhm, I guess a wholesome-looking midwestern pornstar advertising laundry detergent, you know. You know?”
RB: “Actually, I do know. I want this also, but science fiction needs to play a part. Like, we take your bangs and give them a hard, upturned corner, like this, and flip out the whole shape. Like ‘Hey I’m a post-apocalyptic advert for Hostess Twinkies, featuring a circa 2089 young adult film actress styled in the manner of 1967 Mary Tyler Moore.’”
AS: “Rad, yeah we’re on the same page.”
RB: “Let’s do this. I’m going to make you watch this creepy video of an Eastern Bloc fashion model eating an entire chocolate cake while I cut your hair.”
AS: “Twisted.”
AS: “Oh, last summer I was Nick Cave’s art assistant and made weird soundsuits of human hair, here’s a photo.”
RB: “Now that’s what I call a Well-Rounded Woman.”
