Brad Pitt and I share the exact same birthday (month, day, year) outside of that, our stories diverge considerably. Mr. Pitt went on to become an internationally famous superstar, while I have led the much more interesting life of the starving artist. I come from a long line of storytellers (whose gift for gab stretches back through the mists of time to our native Ireland) and professional malcontents who were seemingly born to create something in the arts, be it music, writing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I started writing at age 12 with a screenplay with my cousin Ryan about a planet where everyone looked like Elton John entitled "Don't I Know You?" More screenplays followed, several of which received epic Super-8 production with budgets that sometimes ran up to $10. A few even had sound!  More writing followed: songs, poems, short stories, numerous unfinished novels, etc.. Somewhere in there was an attempt at being a rock star...
Still living at home, at age 22, my father dropped an elderly Nikromatt 35-mm film camera into my lap, in the hopes that I would "make a go of it" as a photojournalist. That didn't happen, but I did develop an abiding love of photography that along with writing and archival work have been among the chief passions of my life. When it comes to my photography, I try to be as creative as possible while at the same time striving for a documentary/archival quality. The only set rules I adhere to, when it comes to making pictures are: 1.) Try not to make the picture blurry, and 2.) Don't drop the camera.
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Comments (7)
Chipka
Ah! So this is where Shenitra, Levitra, Propetia, Deleta, and Rhodesia all go to buy their hair. I have it on good authority that the sistas on the South Side no longer have to travel up north to get their Korean quality hair; it's apparently better for weaving and doesn't fray as easily as that cheap Chinese hair. I also have it on good authority from Twinisha, that you gotta watch out for that color-hair, 'cause sometimes "they be weaving nylon into yo s**t and then be chargin' you the same price for Korean hair." And all of this is to say that South Side sistas no longer have to travel to uptown for their high-quality prosthetic hair. Of course, on another note, I always wondered what Head Shops were really for. Now I know. They're where you go shopping when you need a new head. Apparently they have a run on the long-neck model, but my question is: are they fully articulated? What's the lip quality on them, and do they come in multi-ethnic varieties...can you mix and match? And on still another note: this is a great photo. I like Uptown. The rats are friendlier there, and the pigeons don't poop as much on you...but that's probably because it's in seagull territory and the pigeons, despite their increased numbers, aren't quite ready to engage in another avian turf war. Uptown has the best grunge, and some of Chicago's more unrefined architecture. It's also full of mood and ambiance, especially of an...um...urban variety. This shot captures so much of that, even though it's quite simply of a distinct product intended for a distinct social group. The women most likely to buy that hair are not the sorts of women who look anything like the styrofoam head-models. And this leads me to the question I've always wondered: Some mannequins and wig-stand-heads are definitely molded from actual people's heads and I've always been curious as to how much one may expect to get paid in order to have ones head (or full body) immortalized in store windows around the world!? What must it be like to see a variation of yourself in a pair of ugly, sequin-enhanced jeans with some obnoxious off-brand name stitched right across the left buttock? Or better yet, how strange must it be to see one's own likeness enhanced by a pink and green Nylon/Hair blend wig? I'm sure these questions will find answers soon. This is a great shot. I love it.
MrsLubner
As a kid,I spent a lot of time in front of the window of the wig shop in town - right next door of the Sear's catalog store where we went to order our clothes and household items. In high school I dreamed of ordering me a pretty new dress, matching shoes and purse, and topping it all off with one of those shiny, straight wigs. I ended up sewing my own prom dress and dying my hair instead. Sometimes tacky for one person is a fairytale for another. I really do like this shot since it seems to sit on the edge of both emotions.
auntietk
I don't spend much of my spare time thinking about wigs, but whenever I see a wig shop it occupies my entire brain for several minutes! I wonder about wigs. I wonder about people who buy them and wear them. I wonder if I know anyone who wears a wig and I never tumbled to it. I'm pretty sure I'd notice a pink wig, but some of the other ones look pretty good! The only people I know who wear/wore a wig on a regular basis were 1) my grandmother, who was sure nobody knew it was a wig (come on ... seriously), and 2) drag queens of my acquaintance who each have at least three or four or ten wigs stashed around their houses and throw on a different wig for each "character" they do. I always thought head shops were for ... you know ... head shop stuff! Pipes and clips. Just a rumor I heard, nothing I'm familiar with, you know the drill. Great shot! I had loads of fun looking at it and thinking about it for quite a while.
whaleman
Yes, a head shop of a different variety! Nice shot Corey and it makes me think of many things.
durleybeachbum
Enthralling! Wigs are SO good nowadays that if I was twenty again I might just be tempted to have one and an alter ego to go with it. A stimulating photo.
kgb224
Stunning capture my friend. God Bless.
flavia49
wonderful image