Freshly dyed red hair is one of my favourite feelings in the world. Annual haircut, I asked my hairdresser to take off three inches. “I leave a red path of destruction”, she said to me as she painted my hair.
Three concerts three days in a row, Fleet Foxes and Beirut with friends, then I went to see Immortal Technique by myself last night. I never go to concerts by myself (but it was worth it). Armoured with lipstick. I call this an Italian black widow lace dress.
