I've Belched A Lot More Since I

For Years Now I Have Run A Kitchen-sink Punk Salon In My House, Called Salon Du Gay. In The Early Days, People Would Pay For A Riot Grrrl Bob Or A Passable Bleach Job With A Mixtape, $3 Or A Selection Of Baked Goods - Whichever They Could Afford. More Recently Though, With Gossip Doing Well, I've Performed These Punk Hair Transformations For Free.

You Know How People Love To Glamorize Poverty? There's Nothing Glamorous About It. But It Did Make Me Really Creative. Those Days, I Was Literally Taking T-shirts In The Day And Sewing Them Back Together To Make Dresses For The Night.

We Were A Small Group Of Weirdos And Baby Punks And Gays And Free Spirits Who Had To Use Our Imaginations A Lot. We Only Saw Pictures And Read Zines, So We Could Only Interpret The Aesthetic And Message Of Punk Scenes Around The World. We Were Basically The Duck-billed Platypuses Of Punk.

All This Fashion Stuff - Who's Cool Now - Is Just A Bigger Version Of The Cool Kids Versus The Nerds.

It's Funny How Something So Normal And Mundane That You See Every Day-your Body-can Be Controversial. The Shock Value Is Intense. It's Like Carrying An Art Piece Around With You All The Time.