More hair

A couple of weeks ago I was offered a job in London for a client of TIGI's: Forresters. A hop, skip and a planeride away and I was in London again.

I love London. I don't really know the town that well, but it's just such a wonderful bowl of things and people and shops and places and let's not forget, I actually know the language. Practical.

Anywho, Forresters needed some hair to colour for a competition, well, actually they needed some pictures of girls with hair they'd coloured and then they can send in the pictures for the this year's best hair colouring, or something.

Anywaywho, the whole thing took place in the BedHead studio, where the Tigi DIY collection pictures were taken aaaand.... here are some pictures. They're not really that representative for the whole trip, they're mostly just the pics I liked the best.

Tuesday: arrival day
Arrived early in the afternoon leaving the rest of the day free. Enjoyed three hours of doing absolutely nothing while lying on my huge hotelbed and drinking tea. Became hungry, went to Waitrose and enjoyed the weather and the atmosphere of Chelsea on the walk back.

Aahhh..... Flowers. <3 ( <---- lame, I know)

I stopped by a cute little place I noticed last time I was in London, the Phat Phuc Noodle Bar, a tiny outdoor Vietnamese restaurant. I like! Great chicken noodle soup and edamame beans and lovely, friendly staff. Recommended! It's in Chelsea btw.

Back at the hotel, Charlotte and I met Annette on the hotelroof. (Annette Russell, casting chief, caregiver of models and not to mention wonderwoman.) We had some wine and wonderful conversation and the view was stunning.
Wednesday: Prep-day
Charlotte the monkey (yes, that is her name): 

Robs from Forresters. He was such a darling. (Imagine I'm saying this with a very posh English accent)

 Gemma from Forresters. Also cute as a button and supernice. Very photogenic woman, I almost ended up only selecting pictures of her, and often some other stuff.
Then I found the wigs.

 Colouring done and I'm bright orange while Charlotte is pink and purple. This is not a wig. And at Topshop we found shoes to match! Didn't buy though.

 We met Annette again for supper at an adoring french restaurant, La Bouchée. I ate the best French onion soup. And, Annette made us taste foie gras, very fancy, yes. It tasted... alright. Not bad, but not spectacular.
Thursday: The shoot
We were five girls: three skinny bitches, one monkey, and me. (skinny bitch = proper model)
Hair and make-up done! Very cool.  

 The Monkey, looking fab. Oh! btw, Charlotte the monkey has now moved to London to try and make it as a proper skinny bitch. Exciting!

 The stylist:

Finished result, me on the far right. They shot Asian girl in the middle again with her hair a bit more fluffed up.

Monkey, in progress of getting her brown hair back.


..and I'm back again/outfit

As I feared, yet again, a big three week hole since the last post. Ah well, no one reads this anyway. Or do you.....?

No lack of things to blog about, I mean, you don't really have to live an interesting life or say interesting things to have something to blog about. Whatever, I'm slow, let's just say it's 'ma thang' to blog about events two months after they took place.

But look! This is actually today's outfit. Incredible! Only reason this post exists though is that I'm waiting for episode three of a Game of Thrones to load through Megavideo. Almost makes me want to read the books for a third time.

My goal here was to try to look like a serious student who was going to her very important part-time job afterwards. I rather dislike outfit-posts actually. I suddenly feel like a mediocre wannabe fashionista. Don't like the word 'fashionista' either (And I am NOT trying to be one). But, alas, my narcissism took over...

Oh, feck it. One more!

This is where I discovered that flash could be useful.


Winter in retrospect

Several posts were planned months ago, but I'm lazy, at times. Skiing is however a vital part of winter, both cross-country and downhill. I suck at both compared to most Norwegians, but I'm brilliant compared to most Brits.

 All four pics above from cross country skiing. Pic below: Just managed to get off the t-hook lift, ready to set off down hill on my carving skiis with my right-legged tibia in pain. I had just had a rather nasty fall. But notice my cool Oakley goggles and Fjällräven anorak. Yes, don't I look dashing!



Fridge magnets are still fun.



Went to Weekday recently to try and find me a new pair of high-waisted jeans. It did not go well and I suddenly remembered why I hate fitting rooms. The whole experience felt like this:


Bologna: Day #4

Showtimeday number two but also departure day.

 The scenery around the hotel was stunning but our schedules had been so stuffed I never had time to fully enjoy it. I managed to get a good half hour before breakfast just walking around. The hotel was situated an hour outside Bologna so I never really saw the town itself. In summertime the hotel is also a spa retreat.

I tried to sit by myself outside the venue and catch up on schoolwork, more specifically stratigraphy. It lasted for about, oh, ten minutes, tops.

 This makeup is Amy's work. Incredible! (Amy = make up artist)

 My two favourite Catwalk Collective dresses: The red one's from Felder Felder and the creme one from Bodyamr. The Felder Felder hairdo is also a favourite and I have a representative pic of that from Chicago. Later, later.

Maria Kovacs and unknown skinny-b


 I haven't got a photo of the finished do of this one, at least not in the Bologna pictures, but I'll check the Chicago file. The finished look is very sleek and minimalistic with a quirky twist to it. It belongs to the Catwalk Collective and has a Costume National dress to go along with it.


 Sunny waiting is not at all bad and boring waiting. It's a very enjoyable form of waiting actually.

 Cool boots on Aussie-model. Funnily enough I saw the exact same boots in a shop window here in Trondheim this past week.

German CyberBob-Miriam is very pretty.

 Lovely Amy
 Some boy-model belonging to another hair company sat knitting! Not often you see boys doing that.

 Aaaand we're in character. DIY - collection as we were on stage:
 I love my cut and colour by the way! You can really see the colour in this photo. I told Gen (Itoh, my hairdresser who did my hair originally in London) that I will never be happy with another hairdresser or haircut again. It's true, I have never had a haircut this easy to maintain in everyday life before. All hail Gen Itoh, which unfortunately couldn't make to neither Chicago nor Bologna.
 Dancer Ant takes my picture. A little bird told me that he's one of the best dancers in the world right now.





CyberBob - the finished result. Very cool.

Lovely Maria Kovacs who has a rather strange accent due to the fact that she's Hungarian turned Aussie turned Brit. Out of the Tigi hairdresser team, despite their head quarters lying in London, very few of them are English. Akos Bodi is Hungarian, Marco Iafrate is Italian, Gen Itoh Japanese, Heath Grout who styled me in Chicago is American. Nick Irwin though, is a pure Brit. I think.

 Big Boss Anthony Mascolo with wife and makeup artist Pat Mascolo to the left. He was Jackie's hairdresser. Detty had Nick and Jeanette had Akos.

Immediatly after the show we all went to the airport which was only a ten minute drive away from the venue anyway. No need to wait five hours at Schiphol this time. Home just before midnight and slept loooong the next day, missing out on, eh, some lectures.