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In Which GQ Editor Andrew Richdale Tries To Get Robert Pattinson Hair
Above: Robert Pattinson then and now/ Andrew Richdale in his “Edward” days.
It’s foolish the things we do out of desperation, but, me being a dreamer, I tried to grow some of my own. One summer, I gave up cutting my hair only to discover that mine grows out rather than down and is littered with cowlicks. Still, I pushed on through fro-dom against my better judgment, reminding myself regularly of the goal. After reading Pattinson forwent shampooing, I went days, weeks, hell, even a month (true story) without washing so I could build up a nice, malleable coat. I’m certain I smelled—miserably. I saw an interview wherein Kristen Stewart revealed he pulled and twisted his righteously-splayed locks in the mirror and so, I, too attempted to become the master of my do, twirling and knotting with reckless abandon until someone asked me what that nest on my head was and I died a little inside and later gave in to my barber.
