My brother recently dug up a few old photos revealing some hairstyles I have very little photographic record of.
That’s me getting a minor trim from my sister, circa 1991 I think. It took several years to grow my hair to that length. It was probably around 1993 that I finally got sick of it and chopped it off, transitioning to a buzz cut after some short-lived mid-length stages.
And that’s me in my Petersham flat, early 1995 I would guess. Those German army jackets were pretty popular from surplus stores at the time, and the mohawk was specifically chosen for a movie-themed party. In hindsight, it’s a combo that sends all the wrong signals.