Hairstory

 

- Edition 7, Preface -

Michael


I was born with curly, blonde hair and I seemed to be the only boy in school with it; everybody had straight hair, everybody. I was definitely identified by curls. Sitting in the barber’s chair, I asked to have the curls cut out, not knowing it was impossible. And when my then best friend and I were about five years old, we decided to cut each other’s hair. His was dead-straight, english, and brown, which I probably butchered – and then he cut mine. The funny thing was that his mother was horrified, horrified... by what he’d done to me! You’d have thought he cut my leg off.

There was a stage in the early ’70s when I started blow-drying it, which was hilarious. I could usually get someone in the salon to do it, which meant trying not to get my hair wet for a week. Then there was the Robert Plant period in the ’90s where I grew it to shoulder-length, until I realized long hair for men was done; it wasn’t cool.

But during the last few years when I was developing a new way of washing hair, mine changed – dramatically. I remember distinctly when I was four years old having my hair washed in the bath and it felt worse than squeaky-clean; it was nails-on-a-chalkboard clean. It took four days to recover. There was no conditioner then, so I began dipping into my mother’s Nivea creme and slapping it on. But when we started testing New Wash and Hair Balm, it was mind-blowing, because for the first time, my curls looked great. My hair actually got better when I hit 60 – so much more predictable and easy to do. It used to be so hard to get things right, the exact amount of product, and the proportion, and now I slap on Hair Balm, I put Undressed in; it fascinates me how much better the texture is, the definition is – simply, my curls are the best they’ve ever been.