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F*ck the Internet recap! 🩷 

We took a few days to disconnect after the event of last weekend, but we want to thank everyone for coming and supporting independent design 🫶

Specially thanks to all the participants and the team for your trust and your love, it was cute af as always and it’s amazing what you are doing with your talent, creativity and hard work 💕 

We are so proud and happy to be able to curate a space for you to show your work that invites people who appreciate it. 

💕 See you next year! 

📸 @bleusnotfound
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Ich liebs 🫠 @offf.berlin @teozbarber
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It’s been three years since my last haircut. Back then, I was in an abusive relationship with a man who would tell me when to cut my hair. Sometimes he’d greet me with ‘your hair looks so bad, you look homeless.’ I laughed off those put-downs as his sense of humour. Then when the relationship ended, and I ended up actually homeless as a result of his attacks on my character, it became clear to me that he was never joking.

Anyway. I’d always wanted to have long hair. As a child, I hated visits to the hairdresser. But my school had a rule that boys had to have short hair. I got into that relationship shortly after. When I got out, I promised myself that I wouldn’t cut my hair anymore, so that its length would be a visual reminder of how much time had passed since the relationship. Even though it felt like I would never heal from his abuse, my hair would keep inching towards freedom. And although I didn’t notice the changes in myself on a day-to-day basis, over the course of three years, I came to feel - in the words of Lady Gaga - ‘as free as my hair’. When my hair was short, I was always frustrated by how easily it became unkept - hairdressers would complain about the mess of cowlicks, and it would take some serious styling each day (at my ex’s behest) to get it under control. As my hair grew, however, I came to discover that this ‘mess of cowlicks’ became natural waves - I didn’t have straight hair that was impossible to manage, I had natural curls. My hair stopped being this embarrassing thing on my head; I became proud of it, its messiness made me feel fantastic. 

And then, the other day I walked past a queer hair salon in Neukölln (a hip suburb of Berlin). I stopped by for ‘advice’ for cultivating curls. I chatted with Pukka, the hairdresser, who said that as hair grows, it becomes damaged, and so you have to get it cut regularly, like you have to remove the dead leaves from a pot plant. So, now that as much time has passed out of the relationship as within it, I decided to go back to the hairdresser on my own terms, and remove the damaged bits.

#nonbinary #enby #survivor
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