Scissors are falling out of my hair

By | September 30th, 2018|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

There is a smell of moss and lumberjack permeating the studio. I dribble in late, sinking quickly into the black leather stylist chair. "I've never seen your hair down" I comment. An ocean of aqua marine locks drape over Siddal's right shoulder. They reach her waist. Suddenly I'm sitting on the porcelain bathtub of my grandmother's [...]