Just before Christmas I cut off six inches of hair, resulting in a choppy, chin-length bob. I had been aiming for something messy and "French" — an elusive quality that means I never have to wash it and it always looks tousled and effortless like Inès de la Fressange. What I got more closely resembles Megan Draper's ugly older sister, or Johnny Depp with a bad hangover. Maybe even more like Victoria Beckham right after she wakes up in the morning.
Via: Why Do We Get Haircuts We End Up Hating?
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