GQ cover story: henry golding
Henry Golding's first dream was to cut hair like nobody's business. His goals: “work in London, be a notorious and famous hairdresser and such,” he says. “And that's what I did.” At 16, Golding dropped out of school to work at a salon, later moving to London to work at the salon of royalty shearer Richard Ward. The transition, like many things for Golding, was easy, natural.
Then one day, in the steamy reverie of his morning shower, he was struck by another itch: to move to Kuala Lumpur and start a new life as a TV show presenter. So he bailed on the salon to break into Malaysian TV with zero experience, armed with a demo reel he made himself. In the video, which he sheepishly showed me on his phone, a gangly 21-year-old Golding hosts a fake travel show, touring Brick Lane in London. The clip is endearingly earnest, and Golding is clearly a natural—yet he can watch only a few minutes of his younger self before bashfully turning it off. (“Look at my arms!” Golding squawks. “Pointing and shit! So bad!”)