Good morning, Thursday. I woke up way too early today- my radiator heat is impossible even with a humidifier. I'm pretty much boiling hot all of the time and the dry skin/throat thing seems like some sort of medieval torture tactic (sorry been watching Game of Thrones). The week is just flying by faster than I can catch it, and though I'm looking forward to the new year, I'm feeling grateful to just be a complete lump. And I'm also grateful that the hairdresser who clipped my bangs on set in LA told me to banish all of my blonde highlights stat and embrace my true brunette self. One process. Done.
Not one to ignore the advice of a high end hairdresser, I marched myself over to Bumble and Bumble downtown and booked myself an appointment. I had never been there but it's close to where I'm working these days and in a desperate bid to save time yet somehow look fabulous, it seemed like the best place to go. And it didn't disappoint- the views are sensational, the space is gorgeous, and the lattes are free. Sure, some prefer the comfort of a smaller salon, but this place had just the right amount of corporate to make things run smoothly, efficiently, and most importantly, right on time. My colorist took one look at those fried up highlights and agreed that rich brunette was the only way to go. After a single process and gloss, I was back to myself. Phew.
See I'm just not a blonde. Maybe in the dog days of Summer when I have a bit of a tan, I can pull it off. But otherwise, my fair (read: sickly pale) complexion and blonde just don't get along. Blonde is such a hard color to master, and very few succeed. In fact, two gorgeous blondes I just did a gig with live and die by their standing appointments at Fekkai, where they endure Lord knows what to get that very perfect shade that New York girls are famous for.
In my twenties I was very much a redhead, but now that I'm in the prime of, well somewhere between not so young and not so old, I'm going for brunette. My personality is wayyyy more dark than light, and though girls like Kate Moss, Bardot (French blondes in a class by themselves really), and Gwyneth Paltrow are gorgeous style icons, I will never in any stretch look like them. I'm definitely all about dark hair, and it's amazing how just going back to your more natural state makes one feel, well, more at ease and more oneself. And even Uma went dark for Pulp Fiction, a look in white shirt and black cropped trousers whose influence I have always felt. Just give the once over to the ladies I've shown here and you'll get it- brunettes are sexy, full stop. And being brunette is like being home for me- so if you see me right here waxing on about Amber Valetta's buttery blonde 90s chunks, stop me. Tell me I am a true brunette and I always will be- warm and dark and happy to be so. Cause that's what's up this hair gone brown kind of Thursday in the 718. Let's hear it for the brunettes. Some of us are just not meant to be blondes. Not sure I care what gentlemen prefer, cause I'm havin' more fun as a brunette. It's nice to be home. XO