I love the cute little piercing across her ear at the top, the bar one. Everything about this photograph is amazing, her profile is just so delicate and feminine but the piercings and blue hair suggests a toughness and a willingness to put up with pain. Her fly aways are also gorgeous and the sort of green tint at the roots of her hair. I think the most interesting people are the ones that are completely beautiful and stunning but they choose to get piercings and dye their hair great colours. Their is intrigue and mystery within that. 
The morose expression and the edge of the collar of her top is my favourite. I'm guessing that her hair was once a brighter colour and also blue and the in between colour of the sea is an after effect. I very much doubt I would have the self-discipline to be able to maintain a full head of colour of say pink or blue hair since I know I can become very lazy with my appearance and may even forget altogether that I need to re-do it every now and then. Maybe that's what's great and popular about dip dye ends other than the fact how different it is and how your hair can escape total damage. You don't have to redo it that often and not use a whole bottle of hair dye.
When you have dip dyed hair and wear all black clothes and Doc Martens, you still seem to be so bright and to shine with dip dyed hair. I like the bright colour and her hair still looks soft and not dry. I could really go for that look, since a lot of my things within my wardrobe are black just because I prefer the shade as opposed to a specific colour when it comes to clothing. Purely accidental and not intentional. Sometimes people make remarks that I am wearing all black clothes but maybe if I had dip dyed ends I would look less like a punk and more like a hipster?
Beauty in motion. I love the contrast of her skin tone against her dip dyed ends and the framing of her face by her natural hair colour. That's what I like about dip dyeing - it's just that little bit rare huh but you can also see some contrast of natural beauty. Also, you don't have to really deal with the fact that your eyebrows don't match your hair colour since they will and you'll still have fantastic colour. Clever, ey? I really wish I could pull off a photograph like this, her neck and body and shoulders seem so naturally posed but her hair is flying up with an updraft from the wind. I'm really interested in how to create something like this myself.
Although you don't often see green dip dyed hair, this photograph and the mood created complements it so well. The green dip dyed hair is the icing on the cake, it's not bright but noticeable. Middle parts and long hair with dip dyed hair just looks so rad, I really love it and admire anyone able to pull it off with so much sass. Darkening over the eyes and what looks like worn off black lipstick in a graveyard wearing all black is fantastic.
You don't often see dyed ends with that much length and magnitude in terms of colour, maybe even the longest and therefore bluest Dip-dye I've seen? Her hair is already oh so long and her ends aren't bad at all which makes me feel even more jealous since that means she probably got a hair cute before she got it dyed. This is the sort of look I think I'd go for, maybe with less colour but the same length and without a front fringe. Just long hair and a middle part with maybe some pink or purple. I really love the mixture of colours and the different shades created. Like a sassy, gorgeous My Little Pony but only better.
This is perfect- the mixture and swirling dyed hair in a bun and that shirt. I like how cooler colours have been used in contrast to the black lipstick and her pale skin tone. It makes it all so much brighter, magnificent and eye-catching. He fringe looks really good too, sort of blow dried into a puff shape and her shiny hair lets the colours really stand out. I must wonder though, what would her parents think? If they already weren't that way inclined...
Amazing colour and length as well as a soft woolly jumper in dark blue. There's another photograph floating around at the moment of a combination of black her with blue dye and the girl is holding (one of my favourites), the Diana camera. So from what I've seen from these two photographs about the combination of black hair with blue dye, it's such an incredible look although a lot of the photographs from this post include blonds wearing a cool coloured dye, there's something to be said about the contrast of the deepest black and a bright blue.
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My Dad had one of the most metaphorically violent and explosive reactions I've ever gotten from him when I asked when I was ion Year 8, aged like fourteen or fifteen if I could dye part of my hair blue. He went on and raved how someone from his work had blue hair and how he was a druggie and a whole bunch of other shit. Sometimes they way he would say things and profusely reject my proposal, it was if I had already known all of that information and I had purposefully chosen to ask him to wind him up. Of course I was oblivious to the fact that there was a blue hair druggie at his work. But this is the reason I can never have a good relationship with my dad and dye any part of my hair blue, hence I am thinking of dip dyeing the ends a deep red and letting them fade of gradually dying them myself till they get pink. Then lie and merely say the dye had faded and I'm stuck with pink hair. Still though, I really like the way blue hair looks dip dyed, especially with black hair. But my hair isn't black, it's the deepest shade of brown often mistaken for black by ignorant and lazy sighted people.
Something that takes me by surprise countless times is the use of blue in punk clothing and outfits and how well it works as a constituent shade of darkness. Once I at least sort out my funds of what will be spent on fun things and what must be saved, I will either buy a wonderful handbag that will serve me for years to come or I will be in the mood to finally buy a pair of creepers. I would probably be a little more enthused to buy some creepers once my leggings from Wowch come in the mail but for now I have my mind set on a good studded, black leather handbag. I'm also thinking of injecting some more blue into my wardrobe by wearing clear shoes with blue socks and denim shirts, but it looks like I'll need to make me mind up and prioritise- I can't possibly buy all the lovely items my heart desires at this moment in time.
Sometime last year (possibly even in 2010) Oyster Magazine featured a striking image of a girl with heavy black front fringe and a gold-metal studded leather jacket- I thought it looked like heaven on Earth. An icier and cooler reincarnation of the same jacket has once again blesses us this time with silver studs and chic blue hair. I'd love to be able to stud things myself but I have seen far too many sub-par studded jackets and would prefer it be done right and with medical precision. I don't own a leather jacket myself and while they're not on trend prolifically at the moment I wouldn't mind having something with biker gang toughness to wear over my sweaters for university. It just feels so good being punk.
At this very instant I am watching David Attenborough's documentary on bears which features our friend the polar bear. I feel horrible and worn it today and a little blue myself- I think lethargic would be the best word since I've started my holiday for Mid-Semester break and need to revise over all the biology lectures, something which I'm struggling with. Were it not for the fact that I am such an over-achiever and I pride myself on my grades, I would love to curl up in bed with the laptop and watch Japanese movies and blog all day. This is but a simple reprieve from my busy study schedule in order to make time later in the week to relax- when I'll really need the rest and relaxation.
Another wonderful result of my rest from attending lectures is that I allowed my self ample time to scope out Tumblr and collect a few more photographs and images together and explore the Olympia Le-Tan blog. In the online world is a refuge of Japanese and mysticism, something I've been in dire need of for some number of weeks. The next week will be spent refueling my spiritual tanks and getting inspired once again to write and also commentate on collections. There's a great variety of new collections on Solestruck and other 2012 runway shows I can't wait to share with all of you.
My last holidays were spent in the company of aromatic, scented candles of Cherry Blossom and a near-obsession with fire and flames. While I don't attempt to spend my time again in such insidious conditions and with dark auroras abound, I wouldn't mind using them to spark a mood of romanticism- were it not for the fact my family will be home for the entirety of my break. It looks like I'll be faithfully enjoying the company of my new laptop and interactions with the keyboard instead...
While my father would be both abhorred and scarred by the image of such a beauty with blue hair, I love the modern and fresh take on models. I watch Britain's Top Model on and off when I can (the only region where I can tolerate their accents and challenges) and was delighted when a contestant for the show, Anastasia, received a makeover of pink hair. Whether you opt for luscious pink looks or something a little more close to the heart of the ice queen, I am certain that for a moment you will capture strangers' attention. With a great variety of streaking shades and colours that branch out from the scalp and culminate over tantalising bare breasts, I love the new and artistic nature fashion has been heading towards as of late.
I'm already looking forward to studying abroad and I think my mind has been swayed to either visit Japan for three weeks with my mother or study there as part of student exchange. I caught up with all the recent activity of my favourite Parisian designer who had been to visit the Miyazaki museum, feeding my own childish love of manga and the zoo as well as other adorable photos. I can't wait to press my ugly nose up to airplane windows as I touch down into foreign lands again and to go mental with disposable cameras to cement my aspirations, hopes and dreams within a strange city. There's inky black skies and flickers and streamers of light to look forward to on my own when I get out there into the big bad world.
While I had been keen to go on night time adventures in parks and finally engage in wild youth-filled exuberance I'm struggling to stay up at night due to me early morning routine and will probably hang around the house for the next few days over Easter. You often picture what your life is going to be, and plan what you want to become and no matter how much you want something within a single instance, by the time you get to what you plan for, you don't want it anymore. It's enough to make you blue when your mother wants your brother to buy his own house and he's playing video games starring batman instead. 
I rather badly wanted to make today productive and do work and get on top of my study and feel an aching sense of tiredness, intermingling with accomplishment. I made a small dent into the lectures I need to review, watched an absolutely inspiring video of Tavi Gevinson's room and interview about her journey in fashion blogging and fragmented outfits and am now listening to covers of Lana Del Rey. Strong women and being strong myself usually cheers me up but I could kill for a coffee right about now... were it not for the fact it's nine o'clock at night. I hope everyone is having a cheery Easter. 
