I’M FLOATING ON AIR. Weighed down no more by the mop, I feel like I could star in a pharmaceutical commercial.
This is the work of my new stylist, Rumi. We don’t yet have the bizarre shorthand and secret languages between us that I shared with my previous stylist. The color I chose is an ash but on black hair it just gets sort of burnt. I wouldn’t call it ash at all. My hair barely survived the dyeing process as it went from thin spaghetti to capellini, so we really couldn’t risk anything more drastic. I fully intended to go wild but maybe my hair refused the request for revolution. Maybe the spirit energy of my unborn child intervened. I didn’t use any product in this shot, opting to go with a fresh spring feel. I think it could look pretty edgy with the right styling though.