I was surprised by the dormant ringlets springing to life as I hunched over the basin, squishing in conditioner to define each tendril
I was surprised by the dormant ringlets springing to life as I hunched over the basin, squishing in conditioner to define each tendril
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My housemate has a special phrase for some of my old photos: “Ima’s whiteface era” – hair seared straight down the middle with brassy blond highlights.
Where I grew up, in a regional coastal town, the gold standard was sandy blond beach babe.
My fuzzy, dark Polynesian hair and mispronounced name – Sereima – didn’t fit the brief.
I decided to ditch my sleek, neat hair for chemical-free afro styles and noticed how differently I was treated. Changing my…
My final haircut was a euphoric moment. I was liberated, a reverse-Samson. Then I got cold and put a beanie on
There are many online techniques for self-cutting a fringe – but would I end up looking like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction or a…
I was a ski god. An avalanche. I was starting to think about the Olympics. Darude’s Sandstorm was playing in my head. Then wham,…
It was an era of velvet Laura Ashley dresses, but they weren’t for me. Instead I channelled Debbie Harry, Madonna, Wendy James…
When I shared my attempt online, my duck cake was described as ‘Big Bird on crack’
