Crocodile Hair
Sunday, December 30th, 2007
Raise your hand if you get your hair done at VAIN:
at The Crocodile, 1999.
The recent closing of Seattle music landmark The Crocodile got me thinking about my time there (I worked at the club in 1999 and for a second in 2000) and how it coincided with my first visit to VAIN. Posies frontman Ken Stringfellow was sporting hair in ocean tones as colored by VAIN owner Victoria Thomas Gentry at the time, and he suggested I go see her if I ever wanted a new look. The possibility immediately impressed me as I was a drugstore DIY colorist stuck in a hairstyle rut. I wanted some VAIN cool, too.
I remember walking down the street from The Crocodile to my first appointment at VAIN a few weeks later feeling hopeful and a little intimidated. Would they laugh at my ponytail and obvious home dye-job? Was there a tattoo quota to get in? Would I come out looking like Ken? The answers were no, thankfully, and so started my now nine-year relationship with VAIN from client to employee and client still.
Since that first appointment in 1999 VAIN has seen me through a lot of looks: big blonde panels over dark hair (inspired by a cover of Elle and executed perfectly by Victoria), pixie short, a 9-to-5 bob, a 9-to-5 bob with a little after-hours layering kicked in for good measure, a modern Marie Antoinette white wig for a live art installation, my 4 year neurotic quest for the perfect burnt-espresso-brown-but-not-black! color, a memorable galactic geisha updo for Bumbershoot 2005 courtesy of Shaun Surething, and this year’s “back to my roots” corrective color adventure, a group effort by Carinn, Alexis, and a one-night out-of-retirement stand by Victoria that took me from that near-black to my current blonde-ish shade.
During all this change VAIN has seen even more- it moved from 2nd Ave to 1st, tripled in size, opened a gallery space downtown and a second location in Ballard, got a whole new visual identity (hello, vain.com!), has seen staff and clients come and go, and in many cases come back again. The Crocodile, meanwhile, seemed to pretty much stay the same, at least in looks- postered walls and windows, those hanging dusty bee hives, the red of the back bar, the sight of slow Tuesday nights and all the busier weekend ones, and the light in the place that never seemed to change. Am I the only one who, condo cynicism aside, thought it would probably always be that way? It just had a constant quality about it.
I don’t want to wax too nostalgic; change happens, whether it’s on your head or in your city’s music scene. The shows will go on someplace else and I think Chop Suey has stuff hanging from the ceilings, too. That said, let’s keep the changes coming to our hairstyles and life strides in 2008, and enjoy those good constants while they’re still around.
-Rebecca P.















