Bad Hair Day
May 11, 2010 § Leave a Comment
When this rubbish weather gets the best of my hair I slick it back, destroy what is left of the Ozone layer and head out frizz-free.
Last week, high plait swishing in what felt like a force 10 gale I was asked by a group of teenage boys smoking around the back streets of Brick Lane ‘are you Tomb Raider?’ which made me dead chuffed for the entire day.
If I don’t receive such glowing praise I look at this picture of Nastassja Kinski as a reminder that even the very beautiful can fall victim…