My relationship with my hair is probably best described as difficult. As a toddler and preschooler it was that perfect wavy, sun kissed caramel that people actually pay to get. Seriously, it was magical and I still look back at pictures in jealously of my younger self wishing that my hair was still that perfect because at the very least it would make dying my hair red a lot easier. But as soon as I hit eight my hair decided to do a complete 360 and seemingly overnight darkened six shades and lost most of its kink so much so that when I decided to wear side plaits for my school photo I looked like I was dressing up as Wednesday Addams.

From there on in my hair seemed to be cursed; an indecisive, thick lob of fizz that never seemed to want to do what I wanted it to. By 14 my hair was a massive curly mess which years have seen only increase in size and tighten in curl, by 16 I released the only colour I could do at home and on the cheap was an almost black colour and not the bright copper I dreamed of, by 17 I found out my hair needed the maximum amount of bleach to lighten even the tinniest bit, by 20 I had started to get little grey patches (Thanks, Dad!) and found out the only way my hair would sit in a middle part was if I actually forced it.

Even though my issues with my mane all seem quite insignificant and vain I still have very love/hate relationship with my hair. Sometimes I leave it free flowing and as crazy as it can get and other times I just completely ignore it shoving up as soon as I step out of my bed but one thing always stays the same: There are very few hairstyles that I can do to my hair without using a million of products and taking two hours.

So when I saw these photos from Bottega Veneta I got really excited. The deeply side parted fluff balls of hair not only reminded of Lolita, Taxi Driver and Pre-Raphaelite art but actually seemed like something I could archive quickly which just a comb and some hair spray.  Also, it's always nice to see a hair style and texture that makes women around world cringe in the mirror every morning seem fresh and cool. Expect me to pull out this style a lot in the future rain, hail or shine and maybe even for a dress-up. Who knows maybe this be the little boost of self-esteem that I need to fall into a loving relationship with my hair.

Let the therapy begin one teasing session at a time.

Photos via Style.com