I’ve had long hair for most of my life. It was just part of the routine - something I never really questioned. But lately, I’ve been getting more and more tired of it. Maybe it’s age, maybe it’s just the urge for a change, but one day I decided enough was enough.

So I handed it all over (quite literally) to my brilliant, slightly wild, incredibly talented friend Eugene Souleiman. And he cut. And cut. And cut some more.

And honestly? I’ve never loved my hair more. I feel like myself again, but lighter, sharper somehow. It made me wonder why I held onto something that had become more of a habit than anything else. Funny how long we can carry things without realising they’ve stopped serving us.