Sophisticated Side Ponytail

Photography by Jacob Holdt

Location: Lagos, Nigeria

Top: Untitled

Middle Left:Mohammed, Garba, Baba & Bintu

Middle Right: Hopper

Bottom: Merkabah

Dear Awkward Social Encounters:

You are dumb, and you make me feel and look dumb. So go suck a big dumb one, and stop making me feel odd and guilty for showing up to places I like going. I am taking back Control of My Own Life. I was the only person who ever fed the poor thing anyway, you heartless bastard. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to undermine all that power I just took back by canceling my social life to check out a shit-ton of comics from the library. AWWW FUCK YEAH CHEW VOL 1, 2 AND 3.

xoxo,
doyoulikemyp0wnytail. 

I still can’t find anything I don’t like about this

I still can’t find anything I don’t like about this

mmmm I would like to do this….or at least know how. Special FX school would be nice, after I’ve established a semi-lucrative career in both comic-book writing and hair-dressing. le sigh.

mmmm I would like to do this….or at least know how. Special FX school would be nice, after I’ve established a semi-lucrative career in both comic-book writing and hair-dressing. le sigh.

So fantasy make-up day is this Friday at my school. And I am EXCITED. I’m also watching Be Good Johnny Weir, and he is positively fabulous. The shrill, collective joy-shrieking of his female-banshee posse is mirroring the noises I feel like making right now.   Kind of like the sound I made to the person taking this picture. 

So fantasy make-up day is this Friday at my school. And I am EXCITED. I’m also watching Be Good Johnny Weir, and he is positively fabulous. The shrill, collective joy-shrieking of his female-banshee posse is mirroring the noises I feel like making right now.
   Kind of like the sound I made to the person taking this picture. 

Conformity is a form of submission, no? As in to that of the societal standards of beauty. Pain, sweat, tears. Gym, waxing, painting this and that on. Being a slave to something we don’t even particularly like, much less believe in.   But what if all this insanity that we say we do for the approval of our peers/signficant others/random strangers we generally don’t care about, is what we do to live with ourselves? Not necessarily because we don’t like ourselves the way we are, but to be more of who we are on the inside. A sort of agonizing sublimation to the ever-evolving version of us that is and will be.     Or maybe it’s a slightly perverse combination of both.     I think I’m okay with that.

Conformity is a form of submission, no? As in to that of the societal standards of beauty. Pain, sweat, tears. Gym, waxing, painting this and that on. Being a slave to something we don’t even particularly like, much less believe in.
   But what if all this insanity that we say we do for the approval of our peers/signficant others/random strangers we generally don’t care about, is what we do to live with ourselves? Not necessarily because we don’t like ourselves the way we are, but to be more of who we are on the inside. A sort of agonizing sublimation to the ever-evolving version of us that is and will be.
    Or maybe it’s a slightly perverse combination of both.
    I think I’m okay with that.

I've got a fat crush on you. Be about it.

On it.

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

well my current obsessions are Japan and England, as I want to learn the hair-dressing techniques of both countries, but I mean to visit India, Thailand, Brazil (and more of South America), maybe Tibet, Cambodia, Vietnam…I’d just like to see everything!