Bergdorf Blondes
Chapter One
Bergdorf Blondes are a thing, you know, a New
York craze. Absolutely everyone wants to be one, but it's
actually trhs difficult. You wouldn't believe the dedication
it takes to be a gorgeous, flaxen-haired, dermatologically
perfect New York girl with a life that's fabulous beyond
belief. Honestly, it all requires a level of commitment comparable
to, say, learning Hebrew or quitting cigarettes.
Getting the hair color right is murder, for a start. It all
began with my best friend, Julie Bergdorf. She's the ultimate
New York girl, since glamorous, thin, blonde department-store
heiresses are the chicest thing to be here.
Someone heard she'd been going to Ariette at Bergdorf for
her color since high school, because apparently she told her
personal shopper at Calvin Klein who told all her clients.
Anyway, it was rumored in certain circles that Julie got her
blonde touched up every thirteen days exactly and suddenly
everyone else wanted to be Thirteen-Day Blondes.
The hair can't be yellow, it has to be very white, like Carolyn
Bessette Kennedy's was. She's the icon, the hair to
worship. It's beyond expensive. Ariet ... read full excerpt from: Bergdorf Blondes ebook
