Kate Middleton needs a radical haircut—and other style tips for the princess-to-be.

Notes from the fashion apocalypse.
Nov. 24 2010 2:06 PM

Off With Her Hair!

Kate Middleton needs a radical haircut—and other style tips for the princess-to-be.

Kate Middleton and Prince William. Click image to expand.
Prince William and his fiancée, Kate Middleton

If Kate Middleton were a squat homunculus with a thick moustache, and Prince William a Marty Feldman lookalike, their lives would be infinitely easier. The Furies would take one look at them and say, "Oooh no! Not really our type" and go back to scouring Hello! magazine for their next victim. The hideous-but-happy couple would then be free to enjoy a boozy casual wedding, after which they could cuddle up and dedicate the rest of their lives to breeding or inbreeding or whatever it is that royal folks do.

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Simon Doonan is an author, fashion commentator, and creative ambassador for Barneys New York.

But they are not ugly. The problem is that Wills and Kate, like Princess Diana, are perfectly cast. They are, in appearance and demeanor, the archetypal prince and princess. Like a computer-generated version of a young royal couple, they are the ultimate Danielle Steel cliché. He is dashing, kind, and looks fab on a polo pony or stuffed into a uniform. She is unslutty, lithe, sweet, and Cinderella perfect. They belong on the cover of an '80s knitting-pattern book. They are very Spiegel catalog. (Yes, I said it!)

This archetypal fairytale prettiness is a red flag waved at the universe, inviting all kinds of insane stomping, snorting, projection, and speculation: "Will Di's sapphire engagement ring carry the curse of The Spencers?" "Why are men delivering port-a-potties to Kate's mum's house? Could she be planning a party?" While all this is going on, the Furies are licking their lips. They love an archetype. They eat them for breakfast. With a little Log Cabin syrup, a toasted archetype slips down like a treat.

Last week's engagement announcement has, as you can tell, propelled me into free-association mode. I'm also skipping off down memory lane recalling Royal Weddings of yore. In 1960, for example, I vividly remember watching the televised marriage of Princess Margaret and Antony Armstrong-Jones, not least because my lobotomized granny stood erect in front of the telly like a sentry throughout the entire ceremony "as a mark of respect."

Princess Margaret on her wedding day. Click image to expand.
Princess Margaret, younger sister of Queen Elizabeth II, and her husband, Antony Armstrong-Jones

Margaret and Antony had an effortlessly stylish wedding. Mysterious, cat-eyed Maggie—she wore a white Lady Macbeth number designed by the fabulously grandiose Norman Hartnell —and her handsome and groovy fashion-photog husband made a glamorously enigmatic couple. No "people's princess" she. Self-involved, nicotine-lovin' and hedonistic, Princess Margaret had that elusive quality which the French call le chien. It's a tough brand of chic that the Furies have always found rather intimidating. They don't like it because it nips at their hindquarters.


As Kate faces the biggest media onslaught in the history of media onslaughts, she might take inspiration from gin-swilling Maggie and her chien. La Middleton needs a tougher look, a look that says: "Don't fuck with me fellas. This isn't my first time at the rodeo." (Even though we all know it is.) I prescribe an angular art-deco makeover. Think Louise Brooks. Think Catherine Zeta-Jones as Velma Kelly in Chicago. Off with her hair!

To those of you who are thinking I have lost my mind I say this: Remember that the 1920s vamp was invented to empower women and save them from the appeasing mire of Mary Pickford's wimpy ringlets. Chopping off all Kate's princessy tresses into a wicked bob would be a total eff-you to the Furies: I can see them now, all red in the face, with their panties in a giant knot.



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