Android of 2046 wanted: in search of coif of the future
Fleeting memories of hair trends abroad
Anna Nguyen
Issue date: 2/22/08 Section: Life & Style
The sparse amount of blondes became a common sight my friends and I didn't see, although advertisements prominently displayed in front of hairs salons would inform differently. When we did see a stranger with blonde hair, we speculated on her nationality, naturally reckoning that she was not French.
"Whenever I see blondes here - unless they're with a group of, obviously, French people - I assume they're American or British," reported my friend Eunice Barron, who still resides in Pau. "If I later find out that they are in fact French by hearing them speak, I think, 'hm…' But if I pass a blonde at home, I don't think about it at all."
This conversation was first introduced during a group dinner at a Parisian restaurant, before our long-term settlement in Pau. One of the mentors of our study abroad program warned us and directed to the blonde-haired girls in my group and that blonde hair females attracted French guys, implying that the hair color is a physical trait of an American, which they find exotic. French guys are quite aggressive in initiating conversations with foreigners, my friends and I have concluded. This fact has recurred several times during the course of our many frequents to the English targeted bars, where native speakers are attracted to acquaint themselves with English speakers. My classmates, the ones whom I spent the most time with were brunettes themselves, and I were never plagued with this problem, unless our origins of country were assumed because of our accents. Although it did strain the possibility of meeting more French people, it was comforting to know that I was able to walk downtown without worrying about being bothered while in desperate need of alone time at a café while writing a letter or postal card to my sister.
Thoughts of the past resumed to thoughts of the present. Sunshine had finished her task. Hair is cleaned up in similar shape as previous cuts. I look into the mirror and noticed that I do, in fact, have bangs. Short, stick-straight bangs. Reminiscent of Amelie Poulain's iconic bangs that complement her bob, a look that I've seen styled on French girls in Paris. Although the current coif isn't completely out of step from the past, I still have another 38 years to go forward with plans for adopting the androidic look.
"Whenever I see blondes here - unless they're with a group of, obviously, French people - I assume they're American or British," reported my friend Eunice Barron, who still resides in Pau. "If I later find out that they are in fact French by hearing them speak, I think, 'hm…' But if I pass a blonde at home, I don't think about it at all."
This conversation was first introduced during a group dinner at a Parisian restaurant, before our long-term settlement in Pau. One of the mentors of our study abroad program warned us and directed to the blonde-haired girls in my group and that blonde hair females attracted French guys, implying that the hair color is a physical trait of an American, which they find exotic. French guys are quite aggressive in initiating conversations with foreigners, my friends and I have concluded. This fact has recurred several times during the course of our many frequents to the English targeted bars, where native speakers are attracted to acquaint themselves with English speakers. My classmates, the ones whom I spent the most time with were brunettes themselves, and I were never plagued with this problem, unless our origins of country were assumed because of our accents. Although it did strain the possibility of meeting more French people, it was comforting to know that I was able to walk downtown without worrying about being bothered while in desperate need of alone time at a café while writing a letter or postal card to my sister.
Thoughts of the past resumed to thoughts of the present. Sunshine had finished her task. Hair is cleaned up in similar shape as previous cuts. I look into the mirror and noticed that I do, in fact, have bangs. Short, stick-straight bangs. Reminiscent of Amelie Poulain's iconic bangs that complement her bob, a look that I've seen styled on French girls in Paris. Although the current coif isn't completely out of step from the past, I still have another 38 years to go forward with plans for adopting the androidic look.
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