pages.
When Agnes saw the title ‘audreystyle’, and stared at the first few pictures he was referring to, she knew at once what he wanted. A replica of Audrey Hepburn with one of her short gamine hairdos. Nodding, Agnes said to Frankie, ‘I can still create the look you want without cutting off all of M’s hair.’ She flipped through the book, showed him several other photographs, explained, ‘Here, take a look at this one. Bangs, but with the back in a tight chignon. I should try this first, don’t you think? I just don’t want to be hasty, cutting off all this gorgeous hair.’
Frankie took the book away from her, glanced at the particular photograph she was talking about, and had to agree that there was some truth in what Agnes was saying. With bangs and a twist at the back, Audrey did look more sophisticated and elegant, but she was still Audrey Hepburn.
M said, ‘Can I see the book, Frankie, please? So I know what the two of you are talking about.’
He gave it to her without a word.
M exclaimed, ‘Oh, my goodness, Audrey Hepburn! Is that what you want to do, turn me into a new Audrey ?’
Frankie laughed. ‘You got it, kid. Any objections?’
‘No, not at all. I’d love it, actually.’
‘Okay then, let’s do it.’
‘I don’t want to do any cutting,’ Agnes reminded him, a warning look on her face.
‘That’s okay with me,’ Frankie answered, and then said to M, ‘You told me you’d brought a black sheath and high heels. Correct?’
‘Yes. Would you like me to go and put them on?’
‘No, not for the moment. Agnes is going to copy this hairstyle here.’ He turned to the stylist, said in a firmer voice, ‘You must cut the front, though, because I want M to have bangs, and copy this upswept look, please. It’s a very elegant Audrey here…this photo is from Roman Holiday, I believe.’
‘But…’ Agnes began, and stopped when she saw the adamant expression on Frankie’s face. She had worked with him for years and knew when to stop arguing with him.
‘Bangs okay with you, M?’ he asked. He took the book from her, found the picture he wanted, then handed it back to M, pointing his first finger at a page.
‘Bangs are okay, very okay with me,’ M responded, and stared down at the book, then smiled at Agnes. ‘Let’s do it, shall we?’
Placing a cotton cape around M’s shoulders, Agnes picked up her most expensive scissors, took a deep breath and began to cut M’s hair at the front, creating the bangs Frankie insisted on.
M sat back in the chair, watching Agnes work, saying nothing, secretly loving the idea of becoming an Audrey Hepburn look-alike. That really was genuine reinvention, and then some. She smiled inwardly, wondering why she hadn’t thought of thisherself. God knows her brothers had often teased her about having such a marked resemblance to the famous actress.
Frankie announced, ‘I’ll leave you to it, Agnes, and when Marguerite arrives I’ll send her in immediately.’ Resting one hand on M’s shoulder, he added, ‘Marguerite is another genius, and between Agnes and her they will turn you into the woman in these pictures. You’ll be the image of the real thing, par excellence. ’
S EVEN
‘W ow!’ a male voice exclaimed in a soft but awed voice from the shadows at the back of the main studio. Finally walking out into the bright light, the man added, ‘Wow! Wow! Wow!’ and stopped just a few feet away from Frankie, who was in the process of photographing M seated on a tall stool.
‘Hey, Luke!’ Frankie cried, as he swung around and saw his friend. ‘You’re right, she is a wow, wow, wow, isn’t she?’
Instead of responding to Frankie, Luke looked at M and addressed her instead. ‘You certainly are spectacular, just as you were in Breakfast at Tiffany’s —you looked exactly as you do today.’ He shook his head, a wide grin spreading across his handsome face. ‘Of course I know you couldn’t possibly be Audrey, but you certainly
When Agnes saw the title ‘audreystyle’, and stared at the first few pictures he was referring to, she knew at once what he wanted. A replica of Audrey Hepburn with one of her short gamine hairdos. Nodding, Agnes said to Frankie, ‘I can still create the look you want without cutting off all of M’s hair.’ She flipped through the book, showed him several other photographs, explained, ‘Here, take a look at this one. Bangs, but with the back in a tight chignon. I should try this first, don’t you think? I just don’t want to be hasty, cutting off all this gorgeous hair.’
Frankie took the book away from her, glanced at the particular photograph she was talking about, and had to agree that there was some truth in what Agnes was saying. With bangs and a twist at the back, Audrey did look more sophisticated and elegant, but she was still Audrey Hepburn.
M said, ‘Can I see the book, Frankie, please? So I know what the two of you are talking about.’
He gave it to her without a word.
M exclaimed, ‘Oh, my goodness, Audrey Hepburn! Is that what you want to do, turn me into a new Audrey ?’
Frankie laughed. ‘You got it, kid. Any objections?’
‘No, not at all. I’d love it, actually.’
‘Okay then, let’s do it.’
‘I don’t want to do any cutting,’ Agnes reminded him, a warning look on her face.
‘That’s okay with me,’ Frankie answered, and then said to M, ‘You told me you’d brought a black sheath and high heels. Correct?’
‘Yes. Would you like me to go and put them on?’
‘No, not for the moment. Agnes is going to copy this hairstyle here.’ He turned to the stylist, said in a firmer voice, ‘You must cut the front, though, because I want M to have bangs, and copy this upswept look, please. It’s a very elegant Audrey here…this photo is from Roman Holiday, I believe.’
‘But…’ Agnes began, and stopped when she saw the adamant expression on Frankie’s face. She had worked with him for years and knew when to stop arguing with him.
‘Bangs okay with you, M?’ he asked. He took the book from her, found the picture he wanted, then handed it back to M, pointing his first finger at a page.
‘Bangs are okay, very okay with me,’ M responded, and stared down at the book, then smiled at Agnes. ‘Let’s do it, shall we?’
Placing a cotton cape around M’s shoulders, Agnes picked up her most expensive scissors, took a deep breath and began to cut M’s hair at the front, creating the bangs Frankie insisted on.
M sat back in the chair, watching Agnes work, saying nothing, secretly loving the idea of becoming an Audrey Hepburn look-alike. That really was genuine reinvention, and then some. She smiled inwardly, wondering why she hadn’t thought of thisherself. God knows her brothers had often teased her about having such a marked resemblance to the famous actress.
Frankie announced, ‘I’ll leave you to it, Agnes, and when Marguerite arrives I’ll send her in immediately.’ Resting one hand on M’s shoulder, he added, ‘Marguerite is another genius, and between Agnes and her they will turn you into the woman in these pictures. You’ll be the image of the real thing, par excellence. ’
S EVEN
‘W ow!’ a male voice exclaimed in a soft but awed voice from the shadows at the back of the main studio. Finally walking out into the bright light, the man added, ‘Wow! Wow! Wow!’ and stopped just a few feet away from Frankie, who was in the process of photographing M seated on a tall stool.
‘Hey, Luke!’ Frankie cried, as he swung around and saw his friend. ‘You’re right, she is a wow, wow, wow, isn’t she?’
Instead of responding to Frankie, Luke looked at M and addressed her instead. ‘You certainly are spectacular, just as you were in Breakfast at Tiffany’s —you looked exactly as you do today.’ He shook his head, a wide grin spreading across his handsome face. ‘Of course I know you couldn’t possibly be Audrey, but you certainly
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