Go to a hairdresser and you'll end up a Better Person. More Beautiful. Happier. Nobler. My new hairdresser is Oliver (Interline, Rozengracht) and he is the Houdini of Hairdressers. I gladly accept that I - resisting greyhead - have to look unspeakably ugly for quite some time first. I drink coffee, read the paper, listen to the conversations and hope no one I know will enter the premises before Oliver has rubbed the d:fi (d:struct pliable molding creme, with artifical pineapple flavour) in my color-corrected coiffure.
Pretty Is As Pretty Looks
