As much as I’d like to be tidy and put-together, I’m not. I’m generally unkempt. My cardigans have holes in them, my t-shirts are always coming untucked and my laces undone. My hairdresser (and mother) will be horrified to read this, but it’s not uncommon for me to leave the house without brushing my hair. I like falling out braids and messy, wispy bits. I like bed hair.
More images below.
And just for kicks, a hair-related song: