When I was 13, I was absolutely obsessed with having blue bangs. New Wave and Punk were a big deal at the time, and I had posters and album covers of British and American rock stars with pops of color streaked through their hair. I wanted it. Badly.
One afternoon after school (I’ll add parochial school to that description,) I was at my friend Caitlin’s house, listening to Thompson Twins and talking about all things beauty and hair. I was lamenting that I could never have blue bangs, when all of a sudden she whipped out a can of cobalt blue hair spray and suggested I spray my bangs. Problem solved, all my teenage fantasies come true in one moment. I held a wrapped textbook behind my teased-up bangs (again, this is the 80’s,) and went to town. The result? I still remember it: glorious, vivid, cobalt blue. I was fairly certain if John Taylor from Duran Duran himself had spotted me walking down the street in my uniform, he would have whisked me away on tour, forsaking all other women. That hair was magical. It was everything.
The minute my mother saw it, her answer was swift but sure: “The minute we get home, you will wash that out of your hair.” Within 20 minutes of our arrival at my childhood home, it was gone. But for two brief, shining hours, that pop of color was mine.
Now that I’m considerably older, you think I’d outgrow that yearning for layers of crazy color in my hair, right? You’d be wrong. Summer after summer, I’ve watched girls chalk and color their hair. Chloe Norgaard is living my vida loca. But not only would a bleach and tone on top of my color pretty much melt my hair (I have a lot of hair, but it’s baby fine,) I’ve been told that the fading process would be complicated and not so cute. What’s a girl with multi-hue dreams to do?
RPZL is a blow dry and extension bar here in the city. My technician, Monique (seen in the final photo with her own glowing mane of blonde ambition) blew my hair out with some dreamy Rene Furterer products (amazing line, PLEASE give these products a try if you have dry or textured hair, particularly Absolue Keratine before using heat.) After what I’d say was a pretty killer blowout, she lay before me a Field of Dreams (or a countertop, really, who’s going to get picky here?) of colored clip-in extensions, and asked which color I’d like.
I don’t think it’s any surprise what my choice was.
After clips of blue were seamlessly worked into my own hair, we made the decision to cut them into an asymmetrical bob. A few expert snips later and there I was: a more sophisticated version of the blue I’d wanted pretty much my whole life. I’m obsessed. I. AM. OBSESSED. I’m totally going back. Know what the best part is? When I want to change my hair back to it’s normal state, these will just pop right out, and my hair underneath is completely undamaged and unchanged.
I’ve been walking around for two days with this hair at New York Fashion Week. I’ve never felt or looked better.
If you want to check out RPZL, they’re over in New York’s Flatiron District. The service is $32 (unless you start going crazy with the number of colors/extensions, then I think you’d probably have to have a chat,) and it’s SUCH a fun way to play with your look. If you’re just bored and want a change, or you’re trying to grow your hair out and you’re bored, this is exactly what you need.
I’m going back for another round soon. Which color should I pick? I have a few votes for purple, but I’ll let you decide. Maybe a mix of colors? I’m game to try anything!