Once upon a…hair, there was IS. With the narrative structure of a fairy tale, the story of her life, from the moments she sprouts on a baby’s head till the moment she “dies” falling off from there, while she has to fight against beastie scissors and dictatorial combs, is a metaphor about the circle of life, about the fulfillment of our dreams and about the need to preserve diversity without becoming extinct. But, anyhow, life goes on…