I always wanted to be a hairdresser.
A hairdresser who did my hair said, "You, my darling, have something that we call successful' hair," which is basically battered hair that's split and falling out in the back because you've had to blow-dry it every day. I don't want my hair falling out, so I wear wigs!
I haven't had any bad jobs. I was a hairdresser before and that's it. I still cut my family and mates' hair when they want a trim. If I go up to Scotland to see my mum, I know she'll say, 'Bring your scissors!'
I just let my hair go - if there's no hairdresser around I really can't be bothered!
That picture of me running down the beach - I'll never forget doing that, because I made the hairdresser, who was the only man on the shoot, turn his back.
My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.
Talking to your hairdresser is almost like talking to your therapist.
I just wanted a change. My hair started hurting my back, so I went to my hairdresser and said 'Take it off. ' And I'm delighted with the results.
I always had to fight. I still do, believe it or not. When I had to go backstage. Even in Paris, I remember Billie Blair - a great model at the time - had to sneak me in by telling people I was her hairdresser. But her hair was so short, practically shaved. I said, "Couldn't you say I was your makeup artist?"
A hairdresser holds a trusted place in a woman's life
The fact is that movie stars are as insecure as the rest of us - if not more so. Many live in a luxurious bubble in which their best friends are their trainer, their hairdresser, their publicist, and their Kabbalah instructor.
To be a good hairdresser, you have to understand what the vision is of the designer or the photographer and then sort of add your thing.
When I was younger, I had a perm, and it was really big. My mom was a hairdresser, so even my dad had a perm! I looked like a poodle, but it was cool at the time.
Girls are always getting mad at each other and they tell their hairdresser to purposely mess up another girl's hair.
It's an ill will that blows when you leave the hairdresser.
I used to be a hairdresser.
