Hairdressing Luc Drouen, short Asos, T-shirt Etam

There is not, I don & rsquo; have not finished sorting my pictures Carnival Versailles… MEA culpa…

But in the meantime, Here are some photos taken by Chloé Le Drezen after the hair, just before I spend my princess dress Sarah. C & rsquo; d was just crazy & rsquo; have it on the head : my real hair turned into powdered peak, adorned with feathers and satins nodes.

The barber was that I & rsquo; s had too much & rsquo; & rsquo air; a doll with my dress and my big blue eyes, s it & rsquo; is given a hell of giving me looks like rock & rsquo; n roll. J & rsquo; have rather enjoyed the transformation, a big thank-you !



It throne in my bathroom, on the tub edge. He reminds me every day how much I am influenced a dindasse… Le 3 minutes miracle Australian Aussie shampoo brand.

J & rsquo; s have cracked & rsquo; last year in London : advertising in the subway was full of promises “I’m no angel but I have the hair of one” or something like that… On the picture, long shiny hair, a smile, a bottle that m & rsquo; calls. Neither one nor two, I hang my boots Vianney in the first corner of the right eye stars. I see myself already shaking my mane idling as in pubs, I am about to lay hands on a miracle product (and he do not understand, tsss).

Shampoo radius, I discover the full range of the brand : whaaaaa came from d & rsquo shampoo; Australia with lots of odd flavors, I'm so happy… J’embarque 3 Products, completely mesmerized by the little kangaroo logo. Boing boing boing, made the pea in my head.

The evening at the & rsquo; hotel, I go out of his bag as if I held a sort of feminine grail, the ugly anti-hair remedy, the late “bad hair days”, What the dream. I contemplate my magic loot, I smiled sheepishly as if I m & rsquo; about to purify my soul through my scalp and I start my ritual shampoo.

Daydreaming under the & rsquo; hot water I start to imagine an English in Paris, discovering with the same wonder a range of shampoos “Small Marseille”, go home, in to smell the edge of the tub like a pub and wash hair at the edge of & rsquo; ecstasy. The foam begins to not be as sweet, my smile gradually declines, I feel stupid.

And splash… The dream of my goddess hair is gurgling with party & rsquo; rinse water in the pipes of my Londoner hotel.