Sometimes I have these fantasies of just moving to a foreign country and coming back with a full head of hair. Or not even come back! Make a new life there with hair... Change my name, just see what happens.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My hair journey involved a lot of trying to figure out how to deal with my hair as a bi-racial girl in a white community living in Long Island, N.Y., where no one had a clue what to do with it.
Every time I have visited the U.S., I have been asked to let loose my hair and remove the hair pins. Each time, I have put up a defiant face.
I do like my hair being pulled from time to time, it's like a pair of reins, innit?
My goodness, my hair's been talked about by a million people, you know? It sort of goes with the territory.
When I was a young actor in Vienna, already my hair was falling out at a rapid rate. I went to a doctor, who said hair was like grass: if you mow it, then it grows back stronger. So I went to Brittany, where nobody knew me, and I shaved my head. When it grew back - only the fringes!
I always get bored with my hair. That's why I would always change it throughout my career.
My hair has become part of my identity; it's almost an appendage to me.
When you change something like your hair, the whole world changes also.
I'm undaunted in my quest to amuse myself by constantly changing my hair.
I guess I've been to the hairdressers in more than 10 different countries.