Flea market, Amsterdam
I have always loved to express myself through my outer appearance. That includes stuff like clothes and jewelry…but I’ve always chosen my hair specifically to not just represent my current mood but also how I have felt at that stage of my life. At the age of 11 I started out getting blonde streaks. My parents were okay with that, and have always been very supportive. I went to a German school and parents were typically very strict about that. They don’t usually allow their children to do that. I grew up in an environment where it was frowned upon but I my parents encouraged me. My first full head hair color change was at the age of 14. I died my hair fire red. Since then, I have died my hair all colors of the rainbow. I don’ t really know what my true hair color is anymore. My red stage lasted for at least two years. Then I went through a purple phase. It was plum from when I was 15 to 17. I was able to sit on it, but within 24 hours I went from being able to sit on it to having a pixie cute. It was so liberating. After two years I grew my hair out to purple. My hair is like me, it is not just stuff on my head. It feels like a tattoo to me. My hair has always set me apart from everyone, both within my school and family. I have always had my hair in my life, if it isn’t died then I don’t feel like myself. It defines me to such an extent. It is not just my inspiration, it is part of my identity. I feel like it needs to be dramatic, I need drama in my hair. It inspires me to look in the mirror and see that pink or red or blue…it reminds me of the drama that I want to emulate in life. I feel like my long hair is the 21 year old me. Long hair means head-banging, it means rock. It means a more hardcore side of me. You can tell a lot about me just by looking at my hair. Mark my words, I will never die my hair green. I associate green hair with sick people and heroine addicts.
-Alexandra Kogl, NYU Classmate, Age 21