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THE ALFIE FILES: 11 essays on #11 (#2 — Daniel Alfredsson as hair)

AlfieCover_300-235x320In April 2013, Ottawa Magazine honoured the captain with the “Alfie Pack,” deconstructing the Senators’ icon with 11 essays on No. 11. By July, he was a Detroit Red Wing.

On December 1, Alfie and the Red Wings visit the Canadian Tire Centre for the first time since the deal was done. In the lead-up to the big event, Ottawa Magazine revisits our 11 essays — one essay per day for 11 days. (Want a copy? Back issues for sale here.)

 

Turning It up to 11: Alfie as Hair

It has personality and charisma, and if it were one day to start speaking and get its own television show, I don’t think that anybody would be particularly surprised.

By Michael Murray

Our favourite look: 2002 — rich and rumpled
Our favourite look: 2002 — rich and rumpled. Check out the print edition for a decade and a half of Alfie styles.

My wife has said that she would like to make a nest of Daniel Alfredsson’s hair. When she’s watching him on television, a look comes over her face and I know that I’ve lost her. Her fingers are running through his knots and curls, and she’s somewhere in Sweden, probably in a nice wool sweater and about to speed down a hill on a toboggan with Alfredsson’s strong, competent arms wrapped around her.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget just how good-looking that man is. This is because of his hair, which is so distracting that it seems almost as though it’s a magician’s trick, meant to divert attention from the main event.

The hair — it’s an explosion of colours and textures, waves and curls. It has personality and charisma, and if it were one day to start speaking and get its own television show, I don’t think that anybody would be particularly surprised.

Sometimes it has an insouciant surfer-boy quality to it or a caveman’s disregard; other times it’s noble, as if Alfredsson were some Elf warrior from an ancient Nordic land. Occasionally it has a preppy schoolboy charm, and even when he shaves it all off, it’s still there, becoming a mandala spinning in your mind, hypnotic even in its absence.

The hair, seemingly so accidental as to be modest, is really more of a boast or a taunt. “Look, I can do anything to my hair, or I can do nothing, and still I look like this. My looks are impossible to destroy. Follow me into battle, my teammates, my fans. Follow me, for I am invincible!” And so we do.