Something to put you off your dinner. I discovered this little gem while scouring through my new favourite website; Atlas Obscura. Hidden away in a pottery shop in Avanos, Cappadocia, is The Museum of Hair. A carpet of female only strands of mane adorn the walls and ceiling of the cavernous ceramic emporium, hanging down like the wig of a creepy giant witch. It’s not really for the squeamish or faint of heart.
The Museum of Hair
Begun in 1979 (a very good year), the story goes that the potter was saying goodbye to a life long love, and in doing so, she cut off a lock of her hair to remember her by. Not to be outdone, other female visitors decided to add their donations. Romantic maybe, but there’s more than an hair (ouch) of suspicion surrounding the exhibit, and one gets the impression that these women are actually all buried under the pottery. Regardless, the collection was growing (sorry) at an alarming rate, and the Guinness Book of World Records eventually took an interest. Today, over 16,000 strands of hair spiral down around you, tickling your face like a cobweb. Ladies who cross the threshold are invited to add their own locks, where they come from, and their contact details. This is apparently because every month a “winner” is chosen at random to return and enjoy a free day of pottery lessons. Well I suppose there must be some fringe benefits. (Sorry again).
Hair everywhere
Of course as a result you’re not really allowed to take pictures, on account of the vast array of female email available, so my hasty shots are not the best. But this did make me chuckle. “Ooooh, she’s got a sexy bit of hair, I think I might stalk her on facebook”. To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me, especially since there are a number of ladies who have included a photograph. Lonely hearts hair dating. I think the Turkish guy who caretakes the collection will simply pick the hottest girl who cuts off a lock and invite her back for the pottery scene from Ghost.
And so the collection shows no signs of being trimmed. (I’ll stop I promise). My companions both added their contributions and then we were lucky enough to catch a German tour group being treated to a pottery demonstration. Hair and ceramics, together in one curious shop in Cappadocia. You might not be into this kind of thing, but I’m sure it’ll grow on you.
The Museum of Hair
Something to put you off your dinner. I discovered this little gem while scouring through my new favourite website; Atlas Obscura. Hidden away in a pottery shop in Avanos, Cappadocia, is The Museum of Hair. A carpet of female only strands of mane adorn the walls and ceiling of the cavernous ceramic emporium, hanging down like the wig of a creepy giant witch. It’s not really for the squeamish or faint of heart.
The Museum of Hair
Begun in 1979 (a very good year), the story goes that the potter was saying goodbye to a life long love, and in doing so, she cut off a lock of her hair to remember her by. Not to be outdone, other female visitors decided to add their donations. Romantic maybe, but there’s more than an hair (ouch) of suspicion surrounding the exhibit, and one gets the impression that these women are actually all buried under the pottery. Regardless, the collection was growing (sorry) at an alarming rate, and the Guinness Book of World Records eventually took an interest. Today, over 16,000 strands of hair spiral down around you, tickling your face like a cobweb. Ladies who cross the threshold are invited to add their own locks, where they come from, and their contact details. This is apparently because every month a “winner” is chosen at random to return and enjoy a free day of pottery lessons. Well I suppose there must be some fringe benefits. (Sorry again).
Hair everywhere
Of course as a result you’re not really allowed to take pictures, on account of the vast array of female email available, so my hasty shots are not the best. But this did make me chuckle. “Ooooh, she’s got a sexy bit of hair, I think I might stalk her on facebook”. To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me, especially since there are a number of ladies who have included a photograph. Lonely hearts hair dating. I think the Turkish guy who caretakes the collection will simply pick the hottest girl who cuts off a lock and invite her back for the pottery scene from Ghost.
And so the collection shows no signs of being trimmed. (I’ll stop I promise). My companions both added their contributions and then we were lucky enough to catch a German tour group being treated to a pottery demonstration. Hair and ceramics, together in one curious shop in Cappadocia. You might not be into this kind of thing, but I’m sure it’ll grow on you.
I’m done now seriously.