As you may have already guessed, I love a bright red Mohawk. Maybe it's because I never had the nerve to rock such a radical look. I barely dipped my toes into punk -- when I was 15 and wore a trash bag and black lipstick to a Devo concert. That was 30 years ago, and yet a blazing Mohawk still seems new and cool and strange, doesn't it?Saturday, February 20, 2010
Hair Raising
As you may have already guessed, I love a bright red Mohawk. Maybe it's because I never had the nerve to rock such a radical look. I barely dipped my toes into punk -- when I was 15 and wore a trash bag and black lipstick to a Devo concert. That was 30 years ago, and yet a blazing Mohawk still seems new and cool and strange, doesn't it?
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I love his boots! I want a pair!
The fact that the street sign says El Centro is kind of awesome since that red blur of hair is going down the center of his head. You have to have a certain bit of self esteem as well as nerve, to carry it off. Good for him.
I like how the other red vehicles in the parking lot help carry out the crimson theme.
Strange, yes. New and cool, maybe. But, after all, I am a, "fuddy duddy" and the guy is, "chicken man" to me. "Cock-a-doodle-do!"
Oh, I'd say wearing a trash bag takes a certain amount of nerve.
(Dixie: In high school my fingernails were painted blue. My dad said it looked like a cardoor had slammed shut on my hand.)
This is so 80s!
Sorry Laurie, but a red mohawk is neither new nor cool, but yes, it is strange. I'm with Dixie Jane on this one - cockadoodledoo!
I've seen this guy plenty of times here on my side of the world, mostly in various Starbucks. I get the impression he has *plenty* of time.
This red mohawk speaks volumes. It days: "I will be as different as possible until I discover my true identity, and find a place in the world I can occupy without sacrificing my ideals."
I LOVE the mohawk. I LOVE the young man who dares to go his own way. I LOVE the idealism of youth.
May he be spared disillusionment... may he find the small patch of love that protects him from despair... may he never take flying lessons...
What I love is that the Mohawk is now vaguely quaint -- a retro relic from the early 1980s. Those of us in our forties certainly remember when it was brand new. Now, it makes me kind of nostalgic!
Hiker, I had the same blue polish.
K, interesting that my mohawk man has been around your side of town. I'm going to think of him as a good luck sign if I spot him around town. Heh.
Yakpate, more reasons why I love you.
Oh well, I guess it's just DJ and me who think alike.
You really have to be dedicated to the upkeep to have a mohawk, I imagine. I love how the red matches the red of the truck.. nice capture!
I remember back when I was in the 6th grade...and of course interested in boys...the guys who played little league baseball had to shave their heads for the season... A couple of the guys had their heads shaved with a mohawk for a couple of days before they did the final shave...we all thought it was pretty cool back then (we're talking the 60's here...)... Of course, it was their normal hair in the mohawk, no dye jobs or long tresses slathered with "product"...I do believe "cool" began in the 60's!!!
I relate to the 80's art bands (such as DEVO) more then the punk movement which I never saw as being particularly homofriendly.
My 80's share is our studio gallery we girls ran pre-Mr V. We gave a show to Tomato Du Plenty called Whores, Sluts and Tramps. And you dressed as one of the pre-mentioned nouns. It was the first time I saw men wearing chaps without underpants....and the paintings were even more shocking! I loved the 80's (and Tomato eventually introduced Mr V to his childhood love Vampira).
Tonight I'm off to a gallery opening that I can guarantee will lack that kind of snap crackle and pop.
When I was in the fourth or fifth grade, 1957 or 1958, a guy moved to our school from Alaska. His name was Dick Hicks, and he had one of those real mohawks that Chieftess was talking about. It was a crew cut, but it came to a peak in the center. He didn't stay at our school more than a year.
Pasadena Adjacent, please please PLEASE write your memoirs. Your stories are so interesting. (And I think I might have gone to one of your parties back in the day.)
Chieftess and Mister E, the first Mohawk I ever saw was on a Hawaiian kid in the 9th grade. It was like you guys described. (I had a huge crush on the guy. The next year he grew his hair out to shoulder-length shaggy glory at a time when all the boys were into frat-boy military cuts. All of my friends swooned. None of the guys liked him.)
The most extreme I ever got with my hair was a Dorothy Hammil haircut when I was 11. Oh, I suppose you could count my giant hairsprayed bangs in the mid 80s. (It was the style!!!!!)
That dude must have stock in hair gel :-).
Love your sunny blue sky!
-Kim
I'm sure his Momma is very proud.
LOL Kim and Virg.
I think I went to SPHS with this guy! LOL There were 2 guys in the class of '85 who sported a huge mohawk. I asked one of them once how he made it stand up. He said he used jello!
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