Sunday, December 5, 2010


I got one. Or a faux hawk. My hairdresser gave me one while my glasses were in my lap. He picks the cut. Even when I tell him what I want, he picks the cut. Good thing he is a genius with scissors. 
Four days and two new products later, I'm loving it. Channeling Rhianna, Robyn and a little Andy Warhol. 

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