As exciting as finding weaves is, it's such an inconvenience when they come along in the middle of my workout. I jogged wistfully past three before finally stopping to shoot this one yesterday at 20th and Washington.
The streets of St. Louis are practically crawling with discarded bits of hair: all manner of weaves, extensions, braids and wigs. We're not sure who they once belonged to. We're not sure how they became separated from their owners. But we document them here.
