The boy, maybe twelve, wearing the jersey of the Parisian football club PSG, jumps down a few steps and stands in the middle of the room. “Be honest, it looks awesome,” he shouts across the store in a scratchy voice. He pulls out his cell phone and takes a video of his close-shaven hairstyle. Before he storms outside with his buddy, there’s a little dance and then you see the two of them darting past the large pane of glass. The older boys, who leave the store freshly coiffed, walk more leisurely: with their heads held high, their chests forward, their shoulders stretched back like the cartoon character Popeye after she has devoured a load of spinach. Outside on the sidewalk, the bright light of the hair salon shines on her for a moment like studio spotlights on a fashion shoot.
