Gluts & Cigarettes

There’s something absolutely charming about the turn a girls night can take. Yesterday, at Ananda’s apartment, after our ritualistic weekly chain-smoking action of the week and a particularly healthy meal, Nolwenn set up a ‘salon area’ right in the middle of the kitchen. It involved a large blue tarp, two chairs and a trashed up mirror. As Aline was cutting my hair, Ananda was filing her nails, and after adding an extra coat of bright red on hers, Nolwenn left the kitchen to come back with a mysterious little embroidered cushion. I soon discovered that this was her ‘exercise mat’ when she placed herself in a rather suggestive position, only a couple centimetres from me to do her ‘gluts work out’. After the haircuts, Nolwenn methodically gathered the remnant hair to give to a sculptor friend of hers who works essentially with skulls, nails and human hair.