Take Me Seriously

Or You’ll Seriously Be Sorry

It’s a pleasure to play kooky and sans smiles sometimes, I must say. Emily the Strange always stares levelly down the barrel of the lens, arms akimbo in challenge. I haven’t read the books, but I imagine she’s not actually sullen – but she’s serious, far left of centre and stands no nonsense. She’s not like other girls; she’s strange.

Yesterday, in a celebration of long hair before I chop-chop it off, I spent the day with twisted chignons above my ears. When I unravelled them in the evening I found a profusion of curls. My bangs are far too long too, and as I stared into the mirror I found myself thinking I looked like Emily the Strange – grown up and having a temporary fling with curls.

Here’s to all the strange and interesting and curly-haired girls out there – vive la différence!

Here’s another great portrait of her, with a real, live cat.