Initially I thought I was going to make a project that would be some funny but small sliver of the Canadian identity. Toque (or touque or tuque) being both one of the first "Canadian" words that I learned and a very common one at that, I figured it was a good place to start. At the end of every winter day I spent in a touque, I was going to photograph its impact on my hair.

Unfortunately, rather than a clever self-reflective social comment it turned into a question of how long it would take before I cut my hair.