hairstyle - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The haircut on the man was a statement of sorts, yet the messages it delivered were entirely different from what he intended. I guess he was shooting for "tough guy" but instead was achieving "insecure." It wasn't really the cut though, more the way he moved, the way his eyes moved and the expression on his face. He was less "warrior" and more "Bambi in the woods."
It was the hairstyle all curly haired women aspire to - perfect ringlets piled on her head with a few soft spirals about her face. It would have looked great in any colour, on anyone, but black hair against her ebony skin was perfection.
It was such a nondescript hairstyle. It lacked any shape at all, it was an amorphous blob with eyes peering out under the too long bangs.
His hair style screamed insecurity complex. Blonde streaks in dark brown hair, cut into some sort of Bieber do. The gold chain around his neck didn't help either.
Her normally lank dirty blonde hair was intricately piled on top of her head in great curls, each one as stiff as day old pasta.
I suppose you could describe her hairstyle as retro, it was dyed black and fashioned into a beehive. Her long bangs at the front were swept to the side and held there with hairspray. If it was windy she would cover her hair with a headscarf to protect it. I can't imagine how long it took her to do each morning, although I sometimes wondered if she'd found a way to sleep upright just to save her hair-do.
From under the blue tipped mohawk peered a baby-faced kid of no more than fourteen. He grimaced and glared in an attempt to look mean but all I could think of was the amount of time and hair gel he must put into that hairstyle of his. I wonder if his mother had been as shocked as he was obviously hoping for the day he came home with it. Lonely, craving attention, unsure of his place in the world, that's all I saw.
"Mom's gonna flip. You know how she is... That boy doesn't even have a hair cut. He looks like he's been living rough half a year not in one of those hill mansions - rebel without a clue if you ask me."