Beautygram: Wigging Out at Theyskens’ Theory

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Photo: Christina Han

Backstage at Theyskens' Theory, located in the dark (and steaming hot) basement of the U.S. Post Office at 33rd Street and Eighth Avenue, there is an impossible-to-miss table of 40 Styrofoam heads with odd, multicolored wigs atop them. Each ice-blonde, dark-purple-y chestnut, faded brunette, and grayish-green hairpiece was hand-dyed by Odile Gilbert over the last two weeks (she has the stained nails to prove it) and costs twice as much as the designers faux-leather shorts ($600 to be exact — merp!). "The coloring is a bit washed out and romantic," Gilbert said. "We're wetting the hair and leaving a bit of conditioner in the wigs so it looks a little grunge by the time the hair is dry." The inspiration for the chin-skimming bobs with razored, rough ends? "Olivier! He just cut off all his hair!"