"Mall security had to be called."
Christophe Gateau's photos from the 2013 World Beard and Moustache Championships.
Biebs's new 'do represents the complete lack of self-awareness that some white folks have when it comes to pretty basic shit regarding race and privilege in this country.
His hair gets up and makes its way to the bar to pick up chicks and drink some booze.
Do you have an opinion about Instagram bros embracing braids? Soon you will, trust us.
A well-tamed mane is key to a successful appearance.
Open Barbers in London is a pay-what-you-can place where everyone can get their hair cut without worrying about gender conventions.
Vinicius Rodrigues and Esdras Gomes visit nursing homes, childcare centers, and homeless shelters offering their services for free.
Selling your hair can bring you hundreds of dollars from wigmakers, high-end doll artists, and even some fetishists.
This fashion shoot is all about mouths.
Also this week: A woman stabbed her hair stylist because she wouldn't give her a refund.
In his new book, Australian artist Paul Schonberger captures the unique ability of older men to "not give a fuck."
It's just a creepy come-on masquerading as "social inclusion."
I went to a hair salon to watch as a shady traveling hair buyer named Sergey took advantage of the dire economic straits many Serbians find themselves in.
And the black barbershop is where it all takes shape.
After years of old white people staring at my weird haircut, I finally decided to chop off my long hair.
If you subscribe to Harper's Bazaar, and if you enjoy the perfume foldouts, then there is a good chance you've smelled the body odor of artist Martynka Wawrzyniak.
I was in the middle of sending a text message, dodging Tupperware from yesterday's lunch on my floor, and consoling my roommate over boy problems when that $1 round brush claimed a quarter of my hair—a very valuable quarter that sits right on the top of m…
There are two things you can expect when you go to bed with a Greek guy. First, his mother is going to hate you. Second, when he's naked, he's still going to be wearing a wiry suit of hair.
Don't worry, I always keep a tweezer handy in my fanny pack...
Is the afro only for divas in blacksploitationfilms and middle-aged men who wear blackface, pretend to be a young Michael Jackson, and offend everyone on Halloween? Or could a politician, a banker, or a lawyer wear a natural afro while they're at work?
You might be thinking, "Hate is a very strong word." I think hearing this from the other summer camp junior-associate-bitches on the tennis court is what made me who I am today.
OK. I admit it. I fucked up... bought into the myth. But so did virtually every other media outfit on Earth.
Do locks really make you too unprofessional to clean up little kid vomit and flip burgers?