As you may have already guessed, I love a bright red Mohawk. Maybe it’s because I never had the nerve to rock such a radical look. I barely dipped my toes into punk — when I was 15 and wore a trash bag and black lipstick to a Devo concert. That was 30 years ago, and yet a blazing Mohawk still seems new and cool and strange, doesn’t it?
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