When I heard that Disney had hand-selected a group of talented authors to tell the story of Star Wars and the High Republic era, I found myself to be both thrilled and quite nervous.
Well, a few days ago I finally curled up on my couch to watch your adaption of Little Women. And lemme tell you Greta, I ugly cried. Like WEPT. I’m not quite sure why, but this version of the story sparked something in me.
When I have a vision in my head of how I want my hair to look, I can’t let it go until I achieve it. I literally become obsessed with it. I learned how to do my own individual braids 6 months ago, and I was pretty happy with how they turned out. But I still wanted the “Zoë Kravitz braids”. I wanted that “carefree, just rolled outta bed but I still look cute” look.