Hairscape is a set of great photos of that time I grew my hair down to my ass and then took a bunch of closeup photos of it. They kind of remind me of Cocteau Twins’ Heaven or Las Vegas cover. Something kind of weird there.

Never in my life had I had long hair. I was just doing part time photo editing and then got laid off. I kept getting these shitty haircuts in the East Village. They were so bad.

The hairstylist was a girl who apparently perceived me as some middle aged lesbian who had a time machine and apparently I was going to use to go Lilith Fair. I mean baby bangs and full mullet.

Often the baby bangs were asymmetrical. That is just what you pair with a mullet. It was like Jay Jay Johanssen without any of the cool. God I hated those haircuts and Ernie knew it.

Ernie suggested I just let it grow and I did. For a while I went to a Japanese guy who always treated me with disdain. But he did a great job. I eventually stopped going altogether and just let it go.

The best thing about it was that Ernie would fix it. Braid it. Brush it out. Check it. Best thing ever to feel okay with long hair and having the person you are with like it too.