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    HOLLYWOOD SHAPED MY HAIR
    HOLLYWOOD SHAPED MY HAIR
    HOLLYWOOD SHAPED MY HAIR
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    HOLLYWOOD SHAPED MY HAIR

    By James King

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    A humorous look at the influence of celebrity style, charting the hairdos (and hair don’ts) James King has fashioned over the years.

    From the classic ‘Rachel from Friends’ to the questionable David Beckham mohawk, most of us, probably unwisely, have tried to emulate our favourite star’s hairstyles at some point. In HOLLYWOOD SHAPED MY HAIR, James King takes us on a hair-history of cinema.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins UK
    Release dateJun 26, 2014
    ISBN9780007521708
    HOLLYWOOD SHAPED MY HAIR
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    James King

    James King is a British journalist, specialising in Film and Music. His BBC Radio 1 show James King's Movie News was nominated for a Sony Radio Academy Award in 2004. He has also contributed to numerous TV shows, and was the presenter of ITV2’s The Movie Show.

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      HOLLYWOOD SHAPED MY HAIR - James King

      INTRODUCTION

      I’ve always loved this quip by the American author Erica Jong:

      ‘Where is Hollywood located?’ she asks, before answering her own question. ‘Chiefly between the ears. In that part of the American brain lately vacated by God.’

      Well, if Hollywood is the new religion then I’m a happy disciple. Inspiration, education, good old fashioned entertainment; every fan knows what riches movies can bring. Still, like some religious zealot of years gone by, I’ve probably sometimes worshipped at The Church of Hollywood a little too enthusiastically.

      Take my teenage obsession with Woody Allen. After accidentally discovering Hannah and Her Sisters on TV one Christmas, I decided that I needed to live the life of a cerebral Jewish New Yorker, the kind of guy that watches old movies and has passionate intellectual affairs. Hence my attempts one summer to find bijou repertory cinemas that showed Marx Brothers reissues and to woo sexually frustrated students of Existentialism. After all, if Woody was God then such a pilgrimage in his honour was merely my duty. The only problem was, I was fifteen. Thus any chichi picture houses or randy Sartre fans needed to be within cycling distance of the small Suffolk village that I lived in. The result was less Annie Hall, more Bugger All.

      There was also the time in the late nineties when, somehow convinced that Josh Hartnett was The Saviour of Cinema, I decided to endlessly wear a long-sleeved white t-shirt with a short-sleeved black one over the top, just like his character Zeke from The Faculty. I waited months for like-minded Hartnett followers to congratulate me on both my cinematic and sartorial taste, but, alas, it was an homage that went completely unnoticed (even, when I interviewed him, by Josh himself). After his questionable career choices of Pearl Harbour, 40 Days and 40 Nights and Blow Dry I had a crisis of faith. Christ, even Josh’s Grandmother’s faith would waiver after hearing his attempt at a Yorkshire accent in that last one. Following a year or so of devotion, I hung up the t-shirts for good.

      Style, attitude, sex. I can’t deny that religiously following films has swayed the way I look at all of them over the years. However, there remains one thing that’s had more cine-fuelled attention than any other: my hair.

      If Erica Jong thinks that Hollywood’s influence is ‘between the ears’ then for me it’s around them too. After all, if a movie character impresses you so much that you want to live your life just like them, apostle-style, then an easy way to start is simply to redo your barnet in their honour. So much better than those painful operations you see on shows called things like Extreme Plastic Surgery Nightmares!, where strange people go under the knife to look exactly like their hero (which, for some reason, is usually Barbie). Easier, also, than cycling around the countryside looking for bookish nymphomaniacs.

      It’s not just me, of course. We live in an age where celebrities from all areas of the media – sport, music, television – are style leaders to millions. Everyone from Farrah Fawcett, with her sun-kissed seventies flick, to David Beckham and whatever cut he’s currently rocking (at the moment it’s a sharp Mad Men style, but no doubt that will have changed by the time you read this) has found their follicles idolised. Some people worry that feverishly following anyone – be they actor, athlete or The Almighty – is a little lemming-like, but I like to think that, after years of mistakes, I can at least now see it more as fun than fanaticism. A child-like adulation of stars might even be good for you, too, keeping you feeling young and optimistic in the face of encroaching old age or a humdrum job. I suppose it’s like still relishing the magic of Father Christmas as an adult: silly maybe, but isn’t it also rather charming? Watch Arthur Christmas or Elf and you’ll know exactly what I mean.

      However, charm aside, I will admit that blindly copying the hairstyles of the famous can sometimes make you look a bit of an idiot. This is a book about those times.

      CHAPTER ONE

      JOHN TRAVOLTA

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      IN THE BEGINNING

      In the beginning there was Grease. Grease was, is and always will be ‘The Word’.

      Why? Well, obviously, a) it’s got groove, b) it’s got meaning, and c) it’s got that always entertaining

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