The Hair Museum of Avanos isn’t on Google Maps. It’s main function is to promote and attract customers to Chez Galip Pottery shop.
Over 35+ years, women have donated samples of hair along with their details.
The hair lines all surfaces in a cave deep in the back of the shop. The mass display is powerful, remarkable as a collection, an unusual phenomenon. It’s reputation has snowballed as women continue to donate.
After the initial impact, I tried to distinguish individual components. But I found no further insight by trying to decipher yellowed handwritten notes. I couldn’t easily pick hair colors as strands are brittle and faded. Long locks brushed against me like cobwebs as I passed. The faded passport photographs, all of female faces, began to appear predatory. The overall impact faded. I was the last to skip out the tiny door, propelled by my rising sense of the creeps.