Got my bangs trimmed today because I was tired of flinging my head endlessly especially when I need to look through the viewfinder, and tired of peering through a heavy blanket that was weighing down on my forehead and making me feel old, tired and grouchy. Actually I didn't have to look through the blanket. My fringe kept parting in the centre, like it's following some age-old, ancient ritual (I used to have more or less centre-parted hair when young, I guess hair growth never forgets) so I was actually peering out from the inverted V.

Now I can see again. Feeling more awake too.

Since we're on hair. I'm sure you've seen this gorgeous girl on Garance Dore.

I. Love. Her. Hair.