I popped into my hairdressers this week, just for a trim as per usual. I came out (much to my shock!) with something of a 1920s Flapper bob. The dangers of a new hairdresser! One inch he promised. When my hair is wet, I look like a boy.
Over time, and a huge glass of ice-cream (thank you Dan!) I now quite like it. It got me thinking, and looking at images, photos and paintings of Flapper girls, and how a particular look or style can relate to a social outlook. After all, there’s no point dressing in a certain way, unless you know why. These are the images I like most, I think they’re beautiful.
Drinking, smoking, outrageous sex and jazz. These girls were glamorous rebels. Sadly, I feel that I may not have been a Flapper if I’d have lived in the 20s. And I still think that long and wavy locks are probably more me. It will just take me a few years to get there again!