for some reason, the ancient advertising slogan "the face of cool britannia" has been circling around my head for weeks now. only, it's more about the hair, you see. i've fallen for it. hook. line. and sinker. "it" being a haircut, that's been causing a transcontinental riot, not seen since the days of the rachel.

i'm talking about the agyness. about that fluff of peroxide that lives on top of the supermodel formerly known as laura hollins.

there was even a whole thing in the style section of the new york times a few weeks ago. the new york times! that newspaper for grown ups! this bratty brit has been showing all of us that short doesn't mean boy and that jean seberg wasn't half as gamine as we thought.

yesterday i went to the salon armed with four pictures of "the agyness". my hair was already short, but it had morphed more into "the hillary" than anything fun, spunky or sexy. as a recent recovering "black-hair-dyer", i'm still terrified of taking the peroxide plunge, but here's what my head looks like:

i think my stylist did a great job with the cut and with adjusting it to my enormous head! now if only i could convince her to charge me the cheaper men's cut rate. it is, afterall, their look. and their fault that i'm getting all styled up. details on these mystery men pulling all my strings, soon. ironically, it involves photography and someone who is in this photo with agyness:

everything always ties together.