Mainstream Australian Fashion and I Part Ways. Late Sources Of Hair Inspiration.

I was brain storming budgetting ideas for 2011 over breakfast today.  The first step is to not renew my longstanding subscriptions to Australian InStyle or Shop 'Til You Drop.  I was flicking through the latest editions of both of these with my poached eggs and I've come to the conclusion that I've been cut adrift from popular fashion trends for at least the last 6 months - the fashion stories left me mostly queasy and wondering why perfectly beautiful models had to be made so unattractive by current fashion.  The celebrity spreads are always a little more 'approachable' as if their contracts probably stipulated that no drop crotch, technicolour pants paired with flowing blouses, the figure detracting layers up layer of beige, off white and light brown (all worn at once) or completely transparent clothes be called for their fittings.  No such luck the poor nameless models....

I know many people will disagree with me (otherwise the fashion would be different in these mainstream magazine) so I'm happy to just sit out the next few years of 'this minute, fashion.  I'm still alive and kicking but a tree or two was felled for my magazine subscriptions  Best to prevent further senseless deforestation sooner rather than later - and save a few dollars in the process.

I love being on holidays.  I can have hot breakfasts, ponder the paper and even watch some morning television.

There were a couple of last minute entrants in my search for a hair inspiration.  How's that for a reality TV show?  Real women choose which celebrity they want their hair to be like... and how those women look after they've been to the hairdresser.  I might twitter Simon Cowell about this.

Anne Hathaway.  How could I have overlooked her?  Possibly because she just does her thing with quiet elegance mostly out of the lenses of the paparazzi.  She's a fellow thick haired woman and we have a similar face shape.

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And Alexa Chung.  

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I ended up with the Alexa Anne.  It bears a striking resemblance to the hair of Jennifer Aniston circa Brad, Friends, Angelina being with Billy Bob and Courtney being married to David.  I think I could even go shorter next time, we'll wait and see.  So easy to say when you've been through it all.

Lipstick - Chanel Rouge Coco in Gabrielle.  2011 is shaping up to be the year of the lippie after years of gloss.

I borrowed Alexa's red lipstick look for my epic hairdressing adventure.  For once in my life I'm not tied down to my hair looking exactly like the photo I show my hairdresser and I don't feel compelled to synchronize my hair length with prevailing female celebrities.  I think ending those magazine subscriptions was a natural progression on my road to dressing and cutting my hair in a way that is right for me and my life situation right now.  But it's nice to know someone out there in Hollywood land has been there before me.

I love it.  I can feel the air on my shoulders and I swear my head isn't as heavy (though this could be the spartan approach to bubbly starting from this week).

Thanks to everyone who made comments on my previous post.  Especially Bubbles who very cleverly wrote that getting the perfect flick in Victoria's Pob is actually much harder and time consuming than it appears.

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I'm hearted that my new length still has the flexibility of being able to be styled in lots of different ways, or not at all (as is the case for me most mornings).

I did try to find Asian celebrities and models with hair the length I was thinking of going (that would be the most logical source for someone who is Asian themselves).  The problem was, I got so distracted by reading the text on the gossip websites with English language pages.  The scandal!  The mud slinging!  The paparazzi shots of actresses getting in from the night before.  The general look is that the actress pretends that she can't see the camera, she gracefully gets out of a very low lying sports car with fancy swinging doors and never closes her eyes or yawns, all whilst wearing very skinny jeans and lugging a massive handbag made of the skin of a crocodile who decided that their scales looked better in a psychedelic colour rather than what nature intended.  There was so much to read and look at, their hair seemed somehow irrelevant.  It was all glossy, wavy and pretty long from what I can recall.

It's raining  buckets in Sydney again.  Minor roof flooding, nothing to write home about in the context of Queensland.

I still can't get over how different it feels to shake my head, I can hear the air rustle through my hair.  I've been thinking this through way too much.