![]() During my sophomore year of college, I experienced what my family, friends, and I refer to as "The Bleach Apocolypse of 2013." After receiving a full head of highlights at a highly regarded salon in Minneapolis (where I'm from), I was left completely unhappy with the color. And while I had hoped I'd gotten mine out of the way in 1997 when my sister took me for a bowl cut at Kid's Hair, I wasn't so lucky. Most people, at some point in their life, will have some kind of hair disaster. Am I doing a good job of foreshadowing my impending hair doom? Not horrible, but on the brink of disaster if I wasn't ultra careful with how I cared for and treated it. By the end of high school, I was asking colorists for full bleach and tones (so I was 100% bleached versus just heavily highlighted), and by the time I got to college, it's fair to say my hair was in a legitimately sorry state. As I got older, my natural baby blonde turned into dirty dishwater, thus my foiling sessions became increasingly regular and increasingly hard on my hair. Peroxide zebra stripes were my first foray into the world of fake blonde hair, and from that day onward, I never went back. So naturally, I begged my mom and dad for an appointment until my mom finally acquiesced and brought me along to her next salon appointment. ![]() ![]() The only reason I begged for highlights when I reached the fifth grade was that I thought I'd look "glamorous" (lol), and it's what all the cool girls were doing. Of course, at the time, I couldn't have cared less about the color of my hair, and if anything, I probably wanted blue, glitter-streaked highlights like the Spice Girls or edgy black lowlights à la Christina. As a baby and through most of grade school, I was as blonde as blonde could be. Or, at least, until my hair goes white-we'll see what happens first.īut first, some context. It's been going on for 19 years (I'm 29, and my first-ever color job was in fifth grade), and despite the amount of turmoil my strands have endured, I plan on being as blonde as physically possible until my dying day. Ahead of Blonde’s September 23 release, take your first look at de Armas as Monroe below.Hello, my name is Erin Jahns, and I bleach the hell out of my hair. But for now, the minute-long teaser will have to do. More sneak peeks are guaranteed to be in store (and hot tip: There’ll be no better place to find them than the ultra-tuned-in stan account Ana de Armas Updates). We have yet to get a look at Adrien Brody as Arthur Miller, the playwright who was Monroe’s third and final husband, nor any of the reasons why, in a first for Netflix, the film was rated NC-17. (In case there was any doubt, de Armas recently assured W that she’s most definitely dripping in diamonds in Blonde.) Out of sight from the public, though, Monroe is going through enough personal turmoil to have to practice her laugh and grin. We next see her in her familiar cheery, confident mode as de Armas recreates two iconic Marilyn moments: the Seven Year Itch (1954) scene that finds her dress billowing above a subway grate, and her performance of “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend” in the 1953 film Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. She looks nearly as distressed when the clip cuts to a cop pushing her through a horde of clamoring fans and photographers. The teaser begins with de Armas as Monroe crying as she begs a makeup artist not to abandon her. And according to Oates, the director nailed it: “ this.” As director Andrew Dominik promised, the film explores the divide between the confident sex symbol she was in public and the lonely, tortured woman she actually was behind the scenes. Based on the 2000 novel by Joyce Carol Oates, the Netflix project stars Ana de Armas as the late icon in the years before her death at just 36 in 1962. ![]() After months of mystery, our first look at the controversial Marilyn Monroe movie Blonde is finally here.
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