She evokes a sense of deja vu, as if I’ve encountered her somewhere before, familiar yet elusive. She embodies the essence of a woman of “indeterminate age,” elegantly dressed while pedaling a distinctive bicycle through the streets of New York. Emerging from a vintage clothing store laden with bags, her slender silhouette catches the eye.
Her once-blonde hair has gracefully transitioned to a soft gray, her features remain gentle, her eyes are blue. If pressed to speculate on her profession, I might suggest actress, gymnast or university professor. Pausing the YouTube video featuring her, I switch to another, slightly older one.
“I am an artist who happens to use the camera as my tool so some people would call me a photographer,” she introduces herself. It is 2020 and she has just been awarded the Wolf Prize in Arts. She is wearing an oversized short-sleeved hoodie.
The hoodie is wrinkled, perhaps unironed, and on top of it, the award hangs like a medal. Her comfortable, airy bob must have been blow-dried. Its waves seem to be set with strong hairspray.
Not a single strand flies out of place as she moves her head. It’s as if she wants to present herself as relaxed while, in reality, she has complete control over every single hair. In a video from the same day, with the same haircut, I notice that her hair is unkempt and tangled at the back.
Ultimately, her hairstyle cannot reveal much about her. Regardless, she has done her makeup to look as though she is not wear.
