Loving Leco

As you may have read I am in Italy, with my entire posse and since I have produced quite a few blonde ladies, I hear at every establishment we enter; “Che meraviglia, sono me-ra-vi-glio-se”, “Che belle bionde bimbe” “complimenti” and other praises. Just wait until they break down your tent, I always think because they may look like princesses, but their behavior doesn’t always match.

I was a brunette
Especially the blonde hair scores well on the Italian children’s barometer. Every time I hear myself say that it is quite remarkable that I have such intensely blonde daughters while I am so dark myself. Halfway through such a sentence, I correct myself. I was a brunette, nowadays I go through life as a blonde. Thanks to Leco, who has been aiming for a lighter look for a while. Makes you look younger, softer, hipper. I must say, he is right and he has colored me so well that I remained May.

Doctor Leco
Before my trip to that secret location for Holland’s Next Topmodel, I stopped by Doctor Leco. My hair was leaning slightly towards red. “Surely you didn’t wash it with Kérastase Silver Shine?” was immediately his clear analysis. Uh, no. But I did use Kérastase Reflection Bain Chroma Riche. “No, no, no, you need the silver shine,” the doctor’s prescription continued. He dove into his cabinet full of bottles and jars and he could have easily been the best dressed and funniest chemist. Because it’s a profession, you know, good coloring. A balayage on top, some ash on the bottom, simmering for a quarter of an hour on his divine massage chair and a cup of green tea later, I walked out the door as the perfect blonde.

They got it from their mother
When an Italian grandma pours a wave of compliments over us, I will gladly take them in, casually throw a strand of hair over my shoulder with the l’Oréal flick and say they got that from their mother. And of course from Leco van Zadelhoff.