29 May 2011

Bigotes - by Inés García

Lo primero es que quise ponerme un bigote como el suyo (el de mi amigo), del tipo "poeta romántico"...Una vez puesto, más que un poeta parecía el sargento García, eso sí un sargento muy guapo. La verdad es que no parecía un hombre, seguía siendo una mujer. Durante la inauguración un chico miraba y no podía parar de reír.
Más tarde fuimos a un bar, en el que todo transcurrió con normalidad... hasta que me empecé a dar cuenta de que mi amigo no me había besado en todo el rato. Podía ser por vergüenza mía o extrañeza de él. Esa noche dormimos juntos, pero los besos no abundaban. A la mañana siguiente cuando me levanté y aún tenía el bigote le dije que no me había besado apenas y él me contestó claro que te he besado! en la espalda!!!

Así que ante el panorama que se me presentaba, decidí quitarme el bigote.

Bueno pues este es mi relato, un beso muy grande, fue una experiencia muy divertida, de hecho, les he comentado a mis amigas de salir un sábado con bigote y les ha encantado la idea. Así que si me recordáis dónde comprasteis el maquillaje de los ojos...

Otro beso y hasta pronto.

26 May 2011

Miss Lincoln - by Georgina Espasa

At first, I must admit that I felt strange but being with you and other bearded women made me feel more protected.
I found very funny that a group of young boys -who were at the festival -could not stop laughing. It was as if it was a joke for them. There was especially one who was laughing so much that I decided to stop passing right next to him, just beacause I felt he was feeling ashamed everytime that he looked at me... but perhaps it was my imagination ... who knows...

Throughout the evening, I forgot about the beard (except when it it was itchy) because it was very integrated to me.
Interestingly, once I left the festival, on my way home, I was very embarrassed that people could see me. Although it was dark night I went back by bike through the less busy streets ... I felt a little ridiculous hiding myself.

Well, I think that neither society nor me are ready to integrate bearded women. At least, not without being incially in a state of shock, denial, shame or provocation.
However, I must say that I loved it. I even found it sexy and feminine ...
Thank you girls for the experience ... and also for the visit.Whenever you want we wait here in Berlin....

big kiss

24 May 2011

My half of a day experience with a cute little mustache - by Sarah Jean-Louis

After/during a performance evening on monday night the salonieres changed my image of a woman into a slightly different image of a beard woman. Slightly because the mustache was a thin and quiet theatrical looking piece of my own hair glued to my upper-lip. Even so it was so obviously not real I felt slightly different while riding home on my bike through the streets of Berlin that night. Heroic and courageous, nervous and  insecure about what to come. Until I went top bed I wasn't sure about wether I would sleep with my new itching face hairs or I would simply rip it off that night. But the curiosity about the reaction of my boyfriend and my daughter made me go to bed with that tickling hairy thing on my lip.

Well, their first reaction was quiet different from what I expected. First they were very astonished and speechless about my 'new' image, then he shouted out: 'Igitt' in disgust. My daughter pretty much said the same: ' Mamy, that is ugly put it off.' I thought that at least she would be fond of my masquerade.
I could have stayed in bed while my boyfriend would bring her to kindergarden, but then I decided- I have to show my new face at least a tiny little bit in the public. All the way to the kindergarden I was excited and nervous, but more like challenging the world, than fearing something.
We were much too early, so we sat down in some turkish Café. Interestingly most of the older, turkish men smiled at me, most of the Germans just ignored my beard image. The other kids just asked about my mustache and after I told them that I want to try out how it feels like, they were satisfied. 

After that I sat in a cafè for a while drinking coffee with a friend, but nothing happened except some looks and that I got more and more used to it. Unfortunately I decided to go home instead of going to a big market, buying some fruits with my friend and experiencing the slowly growing transformation in my perception of myself and the reaction to my hairy face.

At home I just took some pictures before I took the mustache off- and immediately regretted that. Even though it was a only a small, theatrical looking mustache, wearing it for half a day broke my routine and my imagination of myself and my life. I don't really understand why, but that's the way it was. I felt like something new has to come or can come, especially something that alterates my family life which is way too traditional- more than I ever imagined it could be.

Muchas Gracias Salonnieres por esta experienca!!! I will do it again!

23 May 2011


What would 18th century Salonnières tell to us?

Beard Salonnières are getting ready for the performance! Yeahh!!!

Prepearing the performance...

As always, Les Salonnières invaded the restrooms with pictures of bearded women. Those pictures were artworks of other artists that have been working about the topic that interest us.

d-cites #23.05.11

"La performance és una fuga cap endavant, capaç d'engendrar subjectivitats mutants"
Félix Guattari

"La performance es una fuga hacia delante, capaz de engendrar subjetividades mutantes"
Félix Guattari

"Performance art is a leak forward, capable of generating mutant subjectivities"
Félix Guattari

a little hair says a lot about you

hierarchy of beards