by Gillian McCain
Nothing short of impeccable. The bangs are the perfect length– which only can be maintained for about forty-eight hours. Oh, but what a glorious forty-eight hours!
The style that takes hours but men assume took minutes. Okay, how many steps did this take…? 1) damn expensive haircut 2) WET set with STYLING lotion 3) hair wrapped around curlers (and papers) with precision 4) sit under one of those weird electro shock dryer contraptions for three hours 5) Careful removal of curlers 6) Comb out with Mason Pearson brush—back, forward and to the side 7) Use a styling brush to get the hair in the position you desire 8) Extensive teasing 9) Aqua Net with a top comb. Number of hours it took to get this natural look? Five? Six? Perfect opportunity to read The Master and Margarita for the third time.
Top of the Pops just past on-the-verge-of-fame. Masquerading as the girl-next-door. Masquerading being the key word.
Too strawberry for my taste. The bangs? This photo inspires me to embrace and not detest my mind-of-its-own fringe…
Whoa— Ms. Faithfull does Ms. Pamela. I’m figuring this is just after spending an evening at the Zappa compound in Laurel Canyon, getting drunk with Mick. Of course Frank, ginger ale in hand, was looking on with disgust.
Very American. A foreshadowing of the Seventies. Could have been on the cover of Seventeen, Glamour, or the often forgotten Teen magazine.
When there’s a chance your old man may be put away? Dress like a secretary. A secretary who is into bondage and drives a convertible.
I’ve never been a fan of the Girl on the Motorcycle phase. Obviously fake. I’m pretty sure. It looks like the long part has been clipped on. Dig the broach, though. And the nude lips.
Schoolteacher with an obsessive crush on Omar Sharif. Or Mrs. Sharif.
Modelling Ossie Clark. I often why girls who like to revisit the past don’t revisit this hair style. Maybe because of its unfortunate name, the Pageboy? Lets rename it the Marianne and see if it catches on. Marianne looks lovely as a light Brunette!
The cut above, only this time just-out-of-bed-looking. Even better. In fact ten out of ten.
New haircut but variation of the same. An enlightened shag. Strange little layers drawing attention to her amazing cheekbones. On most women this would just look like an unfortunate haircut. Not on Marianne.
The non-haircut haircut. The whole thrown-together look. Works. Looks like she’s standing at the door waiting to meet her new boyfriend’s father, a certain Lord Bendover. She starts calling him “honey” after the second glass of Port. He, of course, is absolutely smitten.
Which came first, Christine McVie or Marianne in this picture? Or was she going for more of a Susie Quatro thing?
Short-lived romance with a fetching adolescent who lives in a squat in Brixton.
Wow. Amazing. A pre-punk Mia cut. Fantastic color job. Ten out of ten. At least from the front.
Absolutely gorgeous. She should have kept a spray bottle of water in her handbag at all time.
Desperate to get her new album reviewed in The Face. Not one of her better moments.
The Stormy Weather phase. A blonde Edith Piaff. Or Lotte Lenya. Nice razor cut.
Looks like the antagonist of a Harold Pinter play. Wife of member of Parliament with a secret flat in Kensington and an unconventional relationship with her son’s roomate from Eton.
“Oh hell, darling, I don’t know. Just make me look presentable.”
