Filed under: Beauty, Misc. | Tags: Betty, Dye, Hair, Kelly, Lady Gaga, Models, Pink, Raspberry, Red, Rihanna, Toronto, Yorkville, Zefir Salon
I’m dying my hair red. And I’m not sure the look I’m going for is all that natural. In fact, I would prefer a red that is bright, or cherry-like, or if not those then the other extreme: pinks. Maybe a raspberry…if that’s a thing. I like the idea of dark brows with a hue that is clearly not the root of those brows. And since my brows of late have been much more Russian prosti-tot than normal person, my head of hair is basically crying to be dyed some cray colour. Did I mull over blue? Of course. My first instinct will always be blue since that time in grade six when I begged my mom for blue highlights and was denied – it’ll happen one day, mom! Moving on, red/pink/whatever is the colour this time and I’m a big kid now so suck it (mom). She’s actually in full support, she’s just a blue-bigot. …Why am I talking about my mother?
I like these pictures.
I’ll be asking the advice of the lady who made me blonde, don’t want to mess with my natural beauty or nothin’. And this is the aforementioned she:
She’ll know what to do, right? Whatever, it’s happening.
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: Cape, Fashion, Kate Moss, Red, Refinery29, Rodarte, Sequin, Wedding
So much more effort goes into blogging about yourself. I spend hours collecting inspiration photos for my…life. No real reason. Just, life. I’ve always been afraid of putting my inspiration out there in fear of giving away what I want to do and am thinking – but my head was too big, because my Klout score is only a 35. I ain’t influencin’ shit.
Now I realize a Tumblr is the way to do these kinds of photo-spiration things, but if Sea of Shoes can do it on a bought TypePad domain name, then I can do the same WordPress stylez. Alls I’m saying is if you were reading this blog to stare at my pretty face and indulge in my egomania, then those days may be even fewer and further between (if that’s even possible considering my extreme laziness as of late and always).
Anyway, I’m not wearing a white dress, or anything resembling white at my wedding should that day come, and a veil was never in my plan either…but a sequin fucking cape is.
Via Refinery29.