“WHAT happened here?” asked my colorist with candid alarm when I sat in her chair at my LA beauty salon. I explained that, to save money, I’d dyed my own hair from a store-bought kit. My colorist, Kim, who grew up in France. As she initiated triage on my tresses, we laughed about the unnatural hue I’d subjected my hair to: a purply red that you pretty much only see on elderly French women. Not just any old ladies: the kind who still wear leather pants, don’t skimp on war paint, tan too much on the Cote D’Azur, and consider themselves foxy as all get-out. (And more power to them).
What to call this particularly French color? Rocker Rouge? Passion Pourpre? Leave a comment here if you have an apt name. (Obviously the woman in the photo is neither old nor French, but, admit it–you have seen this hair color on a woman huffing a smoke at a cafe. Non?
UPDATE: After receiving some fun suggestions on our Facebook page, I declare PRUNE JUICE to the the best name. Think about it.