Fashion Roadkill of the Day: Vol 16
Do you think that on some level, perhaps one that is deeply buried, waiting to be unearthed by a trichological dig, she is faintly aware that she is having a bad hair day? Hair is actually composed of dead cells but in this case there seems to be something that has bloomed in the upper right hand corner of the scalp and is valiantly clinging onto life. Even though the back of her head is more greasy and fried than a full English breakfast, it's not entirely a lost cause. It's just a matter of removing the aerosol streamers, discovering the hairbrush, realising that two-tone is best suited for the fur of cute animals and not human hair, and lopping off about 10 inches of split ends. Oh, I almost forgot the part about washing the hair. Maybe more than once a year. In fact I had to wash my own hair after looking at the picture above. Twice.
A cosmpolitan woman appreciates the cosmopolitanism of Hong Kong, Rome, Los Angeles, New York, London, Milan and Paris. Yes, in none of those cities would any of the above tops be considered even remotely fashionable.