In our ongoing series, From Nada to Prada, we explore the transformative power of a hair switcheroo, as seen in the competitive world of Model Land, where an agency-mandated bang cut or a bleach job can make the difference between booking a Prada campaign or slaving away in the gray ether of e-commerce for the rest of your livelong days.
Alison Nix is one of those girls that has been around for a while (nearly a decade, yikes!) but just… hasn’t… quite… made it to the Super Big Time. When she debuted in 2005, she walked a few shows, but nothing that would send a booker to bed, dreaming of Ferraris while they counted cash in their sleep. Perhaps sensing she needed a little bit of a push, she gave herself a Louise Brooks bob the following year, earning her editorials in British Harper’s Bazaar, various international Vogues, and a cover of Flair. (Arguably her most memorable moment from this era can be found here, in this amazing family video that desperately makes me want to marry into Nix’s family.)
The years went past and the hair, it grew. Editorials came and editorials went, but around 2009, things started to go quiet. Who knows what happened in that span of time. Maybe Nix got burned out on the fashion scene. Maybe she was abducted by aliens. Maybe, I don’t know, she decided she wanted to go to college and, like, read books or something. All scenarios are equally probable. But to make a long story longer, Nix got nixed… at least temporarily.
In early 2012, Nix was back in the game — this time around sporting a mannish, modern chop. She began to hit her stride in the FW 12 season, walking for Matthew Williamson, Hermes, and Kenzo. Stella McCartney, a longtime supporter, booked Nix for their following 2013 Resort Collection. Each subsequent season since, Nix has seen better bookings but still hadn’t achieved the Holy Grail of fashion season. You know you’ve made it to the Super Big Time when you’ve got Chanel, Celine, and Balenciaga all knocking down your door come Paris Fashion Week. And though Nix has had such success just within reach for agonizingly countless years, she just can’t quite get her fingers on the prize.
But all might change with Nix’s September dye job. The brunette, mini-Mini Anden (get it?!) ripped a page out of Abbey Lee Kershaw’s playbook, bleaching her short mane within an inch of its life, with roots that would make even Sky Ferreira jealous. We’re into the new vibe. It’s little bit rebel and a little bit rich and very, very now.
Verdict: So close to Prada you can taste it.