Look, we all agree—actors are beautiful people, who have access to every possible resource to look even hotter.
But it has to be said that Anya Taylor-Joy’s hair at the Golden Globes is a religious experience. It’s a shimmering curtain of pure platinum. It looks like the moon, softly weeping. It looks like the spray from a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. Raw silk spewing from the butt of a silkworm! It’s hair that would make Barbie self-conscious.
I mean, she looks like a mermaids who drags sailors to their deaths.
Taylor-Joy accepted the award for Best Performance by an Actress in a Limited Series for The Queen’s Gambit, and her exceptional talent should not be overlooked just because her hair made me gasp out loud and clutch my Olaplex bottle to my heart.
The 24-year-old was a double nominee at her first-ever Globes, for her role in Emma as well as in The Queen’s Gambit. In the first category, she lost out to Rosamund Pike in I Care A Lot. In her winning category she beat out a formidable group of actors—Cate Blanchett in Mrs. America, Daisy Edgar-Jones in Normal People, Shira Haas in Unorthodox, and Nicole Kidman in The Undoing. And her hair made me and my mom say, “Oh my god, is that her real hair???”
Taylor-Joy has told Glamour in the past that she doesn’t own a hair-dryer, and prefers to let her hair dry up in a bun. I plan to suppress this information because I am in a codependent relationship with my Revlon One-Step, but do with it what you will.
It’s a huge night for the side-part, embattled and weary after months of bashing by the militant middle-parters of Gen Z. Taylor-Joy’s hair isn’t only on the side but severely so, like circ-mid-2000s indie-rocker girl with a secret. Will people born years after the release of American Idiot see that having hair tumbling over half your face can be chic? It remains to be seen, but Taylor-Joy’s hair stylist, Gregory Russell, has made a strong argument for it.
And on Instagram, her makeup artist, Georgie Eisdell, proved once again, that chess can be fashion:
In an ideal world, women wouldn’t be responsible for growing and maintaining what is basically an extremely persnickety houseplant on their heads at all times. Growing three feet of keratin, bleaching it, and caring for it like a pedigreed dog should be an optional hobby, not a job requirement for women who want to be on screen. And yet, we enjoy it. “I don’t think my agent would let me shave my head just yet—but I’d be down to do it,” Taylor-Joy told Glamour back in March. For the record—we would love that, too.
Yes, patriarchy is a prison, and yes, I want that prison to be made of Anya Taylor-Joy’s hair.
Jenny Singer is a staff writer for Glamour. You can follow her on Twitter.