After much deliberation, we have christened this head slash hair piece the turband.
As this moody, brief summer draws to a close my state of mind is deeply moody and my stability brief. I'm all over the place, forever falling and tripping down holes. I prefer to just saturate my mind with blogs and images and loose my head in work.
The fickleness of fashion can be so misunderstood; those on the outskirts may point and laugh and satire away, but I'm starting to believe it's fickle nature is in fact a defence mechanism. Ever-changing and ever-moving.