Another day, another hair appointment. You probably think I have my hair done all the time (you’d be right). But boys need frequent trips to the barbers and before I leave Nice for who knows how long, I figured I better visit Jenn at Kult. (Funny how important the Jens are in my life!?)
Okay so it’s only been two weeks since my last cut so it really was totally unnecessary but more importantly I wanted to check out the brand new salon! Look at Jenn behind the wheel of the car. Cray cray!
Pretty chic, huh?
I’m gonna miss the team at Kult.
Do you think I can fly them over in the dollicopter?
This post has been a long time coming!
I know makeovers are normally covered on makeover Monday but if I don’t write about my hair now then I never will.
There are times when you know you need a little trim and times when you know it’s a makeover day.
This is how I felt a couple of weeks ago.
I’m not sure what the catalyst was…
At the MTV VMAs P!nk and Miley Cyrus stepped out with matching peroxide quiffs with the sides shaved off. Not since Jedward….
….has the red carpet seen such double trouble. Don’t get me wrong. I heart Miley. But I don’t need a new tween twin. This is mainly due to the fact that I have a twin. I’ll let you decide if she is indeed my evil twin or whether I’m the evil one…
Me doing Olympic chic…
My twin doing Olympic chic….
Me at the Elle Style Awards…
Emeli at the Elle Style Awards…
Me collecting my Brit Award…
Emeli getting ready to take my picture…
Okay okay, you get the picture. Where was I?
Oh yeah. So then Rihanna cut off all her hair. I say cut off. I think we all know it was one weave/dye job too many and it all dropped off.
So it got me thinking, why don’t I go for a serious chop? Well this required serious discussion at my hairdressers, Kult. Do we cut out all the blonde? Ca va être un peu militaire, non?
Quite possibly, but my roots were such that… Well anyway I had it all cut off. And it’s taken me so long to write this bloody post that it’s grown back. A bit.
But I don’t look like Emeli Sandé anymore. Or Rihanna. And no more Barbie blonde!
My hair is shocking. I’ve been out all morning and can’t believe I haven’t been arrested by some sort of hair police. I totally forgot to book an appointment at Kult before we head away for the weekend so thought this may be my Jubilee look…
(Sponsorship? What sponsorship?)
Fortunately they have very kindly agreed to squeeze me in this evening so we won’t look too much of a hot mess on the plane tomorrow. I will try and tweet some before and afters unless the peroxide fumes render me tweetless.
“It’s great being blonde – with such low expectations it’s easy to impress.” So said the wise woman, Pamela Anderson and I couldn’t agree more. My hair has been all sorts of colours in my very fashionable life, including various shades of blonde but it was only last year when I decided to take the plunge (head first into a bucket of peroxide) and went very blonde very quickly that I suddenly felt people viewing me differently. Not helped that I’m a boy, over 6ft tall with a penchant for short shorts (I live in sunshineland by the beach! Obv wouldn’t wear them on a big red bus in Londontown) and we’ve already discussed the Jedward/Rihanna/Emeli Sandé issues. We judge. Of course we judge. It’s what we do. But specifically we judge hair colour and more specifically we judge blondes. Brassy, trashy, TOWIE, flashy. Classy? Well you know what, I don’t care. I work with one of the most iconic blondes of all time and her hair colour hasn’t stopped from choosing careers as diverse as school teacher, astronaut, president and er, mermaid. I think it’s absolutely true that we have more fun and that gentlemen prefer us. As Julie Burchill once wrote, “You’ve only got one life, you might as well live it as a blonde.”
Following this stellar advice, it’s time once again to head to the salon. A new look for the new season. My usual choices of Hitchcock blonde vs. Hollywood blonde have been shaken up by the wonderful people at Garnier who are releasing a range of British Blondes. Check out the video below to see these hot new shades and think about what might suit you and more importantly, me!
As my friend Dolly Parton once said to me, waiting for a bus, “I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know that I’m not blonde.”
Mulberry showed us Where The Wild Things Are yesterday, or should that be yeti-day? Models were sent down the catwalk in huge furry gorilla-like coats inspired by the children’s book. I love me some fur so couldn’t wait to recreate the looks, Barbie of the Day style.
Other highlights for me included gorgeous black cocktail dresses with sexy leather bustiers and lacy details and a beautiful orange number with a tangerine satin bra over more lace. Yum yum!
I know you are all bored of me banging on about this wedding that only about a dozen of my readers are going to but it is a big day here at BOTD Towers. I promise to give you plenty of fashion week gossip and gowns as soon as it’s over. In the meantime… Today is hopefully going to be a good hair day as we head out to the salon. I’m currently rocking a Hitchcock blonde look but who knows what will happen after this morning. If it comes down to it I can always wear an enormous hat. Or a veil! I’m sure the bride won’t mind.
It’s an early start, this morning at BOTD Towers. Glowing from yesterday’s beach session, we’re heading out to the hairdressers for a practice session for the wedding. It’s a big event so I’m hoping the bride goes for big hair in Barbie tradition.
A big news day at BOTD Towers. My best friends called me yesterday to announce the birth of their first son. I made her promise to keep her legs closed until I got back to France and she remained true to her word. Despite going against my suggestion of BaBy GaGa I am very pleased with their choice and can’t wait to meet him over the weekend. Congratulations to both mum and dad!