The classification continued at ROOM yesterday, where Farieda and I performed the second phase of our performance, Right of Admission. Sitting outside ROOM, we are plaited with length upon length of extensions. Passersby stop, often taking pictures or filming us without permission. We invite them to stop and encourage them to talk with us, rather than just making us into objects. Some people are curious about the project and ask us what is going on. One mixed couple stop and the lady, who is black and wears her hair in extensions, entreats her white German partner to look and see what is happening, to gain knowledge of the process, so when they are back in Germany he can answer the constant questions about why or how she has her hair styled with extensions.
During the process, people were often surprised that Farieda and I were choosing to have our hair plaited with extensions. Our hair, given our mixed heritage seems to be considered something that should not be hidden.
Eventually we were finished. Our hair had been plaited with long extensions until they reached our hips. They swished and moved like they had never moved before. The whole process took over 11 hours. By the time we had completed this process, Farieda, myself and the plaiters were exhausted.