"Have you considered a digital perm?" asked Sebastian, one of the founding partners, who's the expert in all manner of straightening and curling. Since the words perm conjure up terrifying images of women in Dartford with pubes attached to their heads, I vigorously shook my head. But - I was interested in having a different look.
Emma's set out the direction we need to head in, but in order to genuinely permeate our society's consciousness on the gender issue for good, we need to re-tune our media's frame of reference. Just think how many girls came to know of Emma's addressing the UN via an article dominated by images of her outfit...
Just landed back from shooting four issues of autumn winter fashion in Tokyo. When you go all that way, no point just doing one story when there is so much to say - what a world. What an experience. Misty, humid and hot - as a hair stylist, one could worry about the hair but luckily we are all about 90's grunge: neon wigs, plaits and fifties quiffs; damp air couldn't touch us.
Your reflection in the mirror bears grimacing witness to your new but truly awful hairstyle, the exact opposite of what you asked for. Welcome to the realm of the 'marecut' my friends. An hirsute abomination of your very worst dreams, a hairy horror that style didn't just forget, but Google would happily erase all trace of...
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For the last year and a half, I have taken a photo of myself almost every day using an app to track my hair growth. I started three months after chemo finished, which is why I look like a baby chick in the initial pics. I also went make-up free in all the photos so that I could track my eyelash and eyebrow growth - a whole year of no make-up selfies, if you will.
I used to dread going to the hairdresser, chiefly because the stylist always touched my hair as if it was an envelope marked 'anthrax', rolled their eyes when I asked for 'more blonde' and could barely conceal their laughter when I produced pictures torn from magazines of Kate Bosworth (fair enough).