I spent forty minutes watching “Asian Mullet” tutorials on YouTube. Favoured mostly by teenage girls with waist-length, dead-straight hair, the style wasn’t an intuitive choice, but the more I watched, the more they won me over.
Mostly, I’ve had it with my crappy hair. Over the last couple of months (as it grows out) it has been good for nothing outside of short and occasionally painful French braids. Of course, a DIY adventure had its own drawbacks (a bad cut and not enough left for braids at all). But if American Idol and these modern times have taught me anything, it’s that I should not let actual, provable, corporeal limitations dissuade me from making dubious and impulsive decisions.
So I grabbed the scissors and hacked at my hair for an hour and now I have some sort of shag thing happening. And it’s kind of awesome — and it wasn’t that hard.
Read more about G’s haircutting adventures in Issue 12.
On a lovely day this past summer, Kate “Copy Editing is My Life” Schweishelm, photographer Alyssa K. Faoro and I piled into a car and drove to Cambridge, Ontario, to talk to Jonathan Walford and Kenn Norman about their dream of opening a fashion museum. (Pulling a Museum Out of a Hatbox, WORN Issue 9).
Alyssa and I were there for pictures – the fun part – but work came first. While Kate interviewed, we waited…
We had hoped for 100 people.
Over 200 passed through the door before the night was over.
Most people planned to stay for 1 hour, you know, just to make an appearance.
At least 70% stayed for 5 or more.
The organizers planned for 5 sets of slow dance ballads.
They had to add 2 because no one wanted to stop dancing.
We filled 7 racks with coats.
Everyone showed up wearing 2 shoes.
A whole lot of us ended up wearing 0.
I danced with at least 6 strangers.
I developed 2 inappropriate crushes.
My skirts had 5 layers.
I am singlehandedly responsible for getting my best friend Rachel into 1 red taffeta dress with 0 straps. Continue reading →