My first “posh haircut” was at Vidal Sassoon in Leeds. Ah those heady, modelling days of blunt fringes and aubergine lowlights. Alas it was the 90s, a time before cameras existed so you will be spared the gorgeousness of it all. I was quite sad to hear of Vidal Sassoon’s death (despite my fringe). It always takes a death to realise how prolific someone has been.
I was fortunate enough to have downloaded the podcast of Sassoon’s appearance on the BBC’s Desert Island Discs last year, just before Christmas. I listened and chuckled and sang along in the bath in Egypt. That and the fringe will be my main memories of Vidal Sassoon. You can listen (and chuckle) by clicking here. In his honour I have given Grace a brutal crop. Brutal but beautiful thanks to her amazing bone structure. Brutiful!