Showing posts with label Hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hair. Show all posts

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Miu Miu + Kirsten Dunst




I love this Miu Miu campaign that featured Kirsten Dunst for their 2008 Spring/Summer collection.
Her hair - and in particular her red ribbon and Goldilocks curls...perfection! Something about all the red in these pictures also reminds me of another forlorn fairytale character: Little Red Riding Hood. Can you blame a wolf for wanting to eat her up when she's dressed in those clothes with those tresses so bouncy, lips so red and that ribbon to match?

*Howl!*








All photographs shot by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott in Los Angeles, November, 2007.

Monday, May 23, 2011

My Name is Tallulah



Super cute or super creepy? I prefer to think the former, only since I know for a fact that when I was as old as Jodie Foster was in this film (Bugsy Malone...one of my all time favourites which definitely deserves its own post eventually) I would have killed to mince around in a slinky gown like that, acting older than my age. Or better still, one of the girls in the background who get to showcase all the cute Bubsy Berkeley type dance moves. Oh to be 12, living in the 70's, in a 1920's all kid cast gangster send-up musical feature film wearing fur coats, fake pearls, and sporting a dangerous Louise Brooks style bob.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Pink lady



The original Pink Lady.. Frenchie! And this clip is actually in French, so it is quite fitting (it was the best quality one.. not a statement of any sort.. I swear!).

Anyway, I wish I had the balls to dye my hair pink. I've wanted to for a while but my hair is verging on black, so that would be some heavy maintenance bleach they'd have to strip my hair with, and then I'd get awful regrowth, and then my hair would probably snap off from all the bleach anyway..  In other words it would be a disaster, just like most of my hair-changing endeavours.

I'd like it to be a really, really soft pink (as opposed to a hot pink), in an attempt to class up the pink hair (as in: hopefully it wouldn't clash with everything I would wear?), but I'd also like to wear flowers in my hair every day and sparkles on my face and get tiny little different coloured heart tattoos on different parts of my body all over (nothing risque, like maybe one on my arm somewhere, one on my back, one behind my ear or something..) but I don't think people as a general whole would take too kindly to that look, in fact with the sort of 60's-ish vibe I try to go for it would more or less look like I was a space alien (or Jane Jetson from The Jetsons to be exact) or permanently on drugs, with my falling-out broken bleached re-growth pink hair which would probably be fading at the ends.. And I would probably be pretty hard to take seriously, like in a work environment, and I'm forgetting that I also have the darkest eyebrows in the world which would clash horribly with the baby pink dye.. So that would be quite horrific.

But in a perfect world that's what I'd like to do.

Monday, November 22, 2010

I want candy



And Kirsten Dunst's wardrobe from this movie. How I wish I lived during a time when wearing gigantic, white, curly wigs was the norm in aristocratic society... despite the fact that I would probably have been a hand maiden at best! A girl can still dream.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Charley



And on the subject of hair... Julianne Moore's dishevelled up-do in Tom Ford's visually stunning A Single Man is second to none. Even though her character Charley is a raging alcoholic (albeit a very lovable one), Julianne Moore is the epitome of class and 60's glamour. Her dress, her make-up... I die!!

But it is the hair that really got me in this film, that lavish curled and piled-up, side-swept beehive thing she has going on... It even had my boyfriend asking why I can't wear my hair like that every day.

Gentlemen, do you KNOW how long a hairstyle like that would take? Neither do I, but I would think hours. And there are only so many hours in the day to devote to beauty!

Fringes: the case against