Our little black book of London's best blonde hair colourists
My fixation with blonde began with my mum. She had Targaryen sheets of icy white hair which would drape over her shoulders, and I remember my young mind thinking my own brown lengths would never be quite as striking. I also harboured a fascination with Brigitte Bardot, Grace Kelly and Debbie Harry, so blonde seemed to me the colour to have.
I know this might read as insane. What about Audrey Hepburn’s beauty, complete with dark head of hair, I hear you cry. Or Ava Gardner? She was astonishing to behold. Liz Taylor, etc. But, no, I just wanted to be blonde, and so as soon as I was allowed to colour my hair, I embarked on a mission to achieve flaxen lengths.
It was a chequered endeavour, including an episode in which I went for white blonde, before it promptly turned green. There was also the ash blonde phase which made my complexion look waxen and I plastered on the make-up to try to adjust the balance. And then there was the time when I decided to colour my own hair with a box dye, only for it to turn a sort of murky orange.
