About your hair, you needn’t care

Yesterday marked a bi-annual milestone: a visit to the hairdresser. And so, after a sporadic Saturday-Breakfast of bacon and poached-egg on Ciabatta, I hurried to my midday appointment at The Cutting Co. (And boy, do they cut!)

Always have I loathed the pressure and hassle of changing my hairstyle, and together with the stress of explaining explicitly the cut I desire, means I usually keep these affairs to a minimum. I detest consigning such a dramatic responsibility to a stranger, and the awkward small-talk has always stumped me; not to mention the peculiar situation where a stranger’s hands are attached to my scalp. But, the venture of late had not been cataclysmic, nor catastrophic, I’m pleased to report. And, the result? A sleek, slick, newly-spruced long-bob with a straight blunt fringe.

Coming Soon: photos and style post, as well as a summary of S/S ’12 trends. Stay tuned, foxy ladies (and men)! xo

Shine, Shine On

The Kooks – Shine On

Just like every girl, I crave to possess natural beauty. I have always been envious of those gloriously beautiful girls – a side-effect from my (healthy) addiction to fashion magazines – now, I fear, my envy of roll-out-of-bed-photo-ready-beautiful women is soon developing into full-fledged, desperate jealousy.

The parade of beautiful women whom I have come to admire, and perhaps even idolise is endless, and forever changing. This week, Marilyn Monroe has claimed a front row seat. Her iconic image in that incorrigible white halter-dress is unforgettable, even after fifty years, but what enchanted me most was Marilyn, sans sexy.