I was at a U2 concert and someone asked me if my hair color was real... I thought to myself, if I had $1 for every time someone asked me this, I would be very rich.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I had no idea that being your authentic self could make me as rich as I've become. If I had, I'd have done it a lot earlier.
The thing that surprised me the most is just how much money women that weren't rich were paying for their hair. When you're in a beauty parlor in Harlem next to abandoned buildings and somebody's paying five grand for a weave, that's a bit much.
My hair was famous before I was.
It is so expensive to take care of my hair and keep it looking like I was born with it, when my real hair is the color of rat fur.
There were times when I had maybe a couple of hundred dollars, and times I made myself think I was on top of the world.
Being blonde, for me, means never having to say: 'I'll have the honey-striped half-head of highlights for £200,' to a bored colourist in a Mayfair salon, which is much more satisfying, not to mention cheap.
I always knew I was going to be rich. I don't think I ever doubted it for a minute.
I thought I'd be edgy and dye my hair red. And I dyed my hair, like, Jessica Rabbit red. It kind of allowed me to have this whole new confidence and this whole new swagger and this whole new sense of self. It kind of brought out the inner rock star in me. I had never dyed my hair like that, and no one forgot me after that.
I am very rich because of 'Chic' - artistically as well as spiritually. It's been an amazing life.
I had the most expensive haircut you can get, and I was walking around with my hair in rollers backstage, and my hair still came out looking like I was shot out of a cannon and I had just gotten out of bed.