I've recently been debating whether or not to just keep growing out my hair. This time last year I was Patricia, Jean Seberg's character in Breathless, for Halloween -- my hair was that short. Now my hair is in that weird inbetween length, and I'm thinking that I should move from Seberg to Birkin -- Jane Birkin, 1960s chanteuse and actress, and once married to Serge Gainsbourg. (I'd use Charlotte Gainsbourg, Jane and Serge's child and all-around hot lady, as my hair role model, but I find myself in such a constant state of envy, jealousy, and general hrmphness whenever I think about her that it's just counterproductive. Man, I love you Charlotte.) 1960s Jane Birkin was smokin'. I want to be smokin'. I think having her hair style would help tremendously.
It is hard to think about that smokin' hot hair, however, when I look at the following photograph. I am blinded by other things. (Serge Gainsbourg, weirdly, is not one of them.)
Ignore for a minute the fact that Ms. Birkin looks completely high, and try to focus your attention on all those ... balls. WTF? Jane Birkin, what in god's name are you wearing? Is there anything underneath that ... blanket? Do the balls strategically cover up your ladyparts? Is this the sort of get-up I'm going to have to start wearing if I have hair like yours?