Here’s what I’ve said to every single hairdresser who’s cut my hair since I was in my teens: ‘my hair is fine, but there’s loads of it, and it’s naturally wavy so if you blunt cut it, it’ll look like a Christmas tree. I want it to fall nicely without any effort on my part, and could it be a bit wild without looking feral?’
Many of these entreaties have understandably been met with confusion, then followed by a haircut that achieved none of the above. For years, I just accepted this as par for the course — until I had my first dry cut last month. It happened by accident, a clever move on the part of the brilliant Mark Smith at Nicola Clarke’s branch of John Frieda, who rightly realised that I’ve never really been satisfied by a cut and decided that perhaps it was time to try something a little different.
