My week long excursion through an array of Greek islands taught me several things: 1. It’s not a meal if there’s no feta cheese in close proximity, 2. You are a fool if you so much as attempt a pair of heels, 3. You’re also a fool if you pay full price for any single chachka in any single chachkie store and finally, while the air is dry, frizz is inevitable.
This relevation is one familiar considering the natural mane that resides above my head. Sure, resilience to comb hair and proceeding to air dry is a ritual that works famously in New York (best done alongside products like Bumble & Bumble surf spray) but in Greece that just wont cut it. As they say, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, enter this new management system. It’s like a pair of princess Leia buns got married to a tricycle and moved to my scalp. Wind is bitchy and my hair isn’t long enough to wrap into a single chignon so I gave the triple threat a chance. Wind woes diminished and when all was said and twirled, the end product left my hair looking wavy and air dried, ergo: perfect Boom (shaka laka.) Should you face similar woes, I highly recommend the pseudo-homage to Coolio and friends.
Iosselliani necklace, Vince striped tee. Photo taken in Santorini.
