Terrie Sultan, USA

Three years ago, just before I went to Paris for a Foundation meeting, I went to my hairdresser and asked for a "new look." Previously, I had lots and lots of curly, dark red hair. He cut it all off. In one hour, I went from looking like a mid-Atlantic, semi-conservative curator to an "a la mode" European. It was the best thing I could have done for my moral. When I got to Paris, people would stop me on the street to ask directions. I fit right in, in the city in which I had always wanted to live. Cutting my hair reminds me of how one can become a changeling, without doing really much at all.