Twiggy, known for her elfin face and big blue eyes, made a bold move when she chose a pixie hairstyle, creating a unique look that has been copied for decades.
Although Twiggy changed the fashion industry with her youthful style, she recently shared that she never actually wanted the androgynous buzzcut that became her signature look in the Swinging Sixties. She was just too shy to say no to a famous hairstylist at a fancy salon.
As she celebrates her 74th birthday on September 19, let’s take a trip back to the 1960s when Twiggy first introduced the baby doll styles we still love today!
In 1966, Twiggy, born Lesley Hornby in Britain, was seeking a trendy new look to kickstart her modeling career. At only 5-foot-6, she was considered too short to make it in the competitive fashion world.
Reflecting on her upcoming 74th birthday, the former supermodel recalled getting her shoulder-length hair styled for test photos at London’s House of Leonard. There, she met the famous British stylist Leonard Lewis, known professionally as Leonard of Mayfair.
Lewis was searching for models to try his new crop haircut, and Twiggy was the perfect fit.
In a recent guest appearance on Jessie Ware’s podcast, “Table Manners,” Twiggy, the former style icon, revealed that she never wanted to have her hair cut short.
“I went in to have it shampooed and set, and Leonard saw me. He said, ‘Let me try my new haircut on you,’” Twiggy told Ware during the podcast. “I’d been growing my hair, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I wanted it cut. But I was in this very fancy salon in Mayfair and felt too shy to say no, so I just nodded.”
The next day, Twiggy went back to the salon and sat in Leonard’s chair, preparing herself for the change.
“I was there for seven hours. He cut it, then I went out, had it colored, and came back for more cutting. It was crazy,” she said with a laugh.
Although the androgynous look wasn’t what Twiggy was aiming for, she quickly understood why Leonard was a famous stylist.
After Leonard perfected Twiggy’s short blonde haircut, British photographer Barry Lategan took her pictures.
“Leonard put one of the photos up in the salon, and a journalist from the Daily Express named Deirdre McSharry saw it while getting her hair done,” Twiggy explained. “That’s how it all started. When that haircut and photo happened, it was a pivotal moment for me.”
The pixie cut made her large blue eyes stand out, and she emphasized them with mascara on her lower eyelashes.
In a chat with Vogue, Twiggy shared the inspiration behind her famous eye makeup: “I was always experimenting with makeup at home. I had a rag doll with spiky eyelashes, so I bought false eyelashes and created my own unique look.”
Twiggy, the former supermodel, shared that when she was young, she liked to rebel a bit. On weekends, she would wear makeup and miniskirts to Saturday night mod clubs with her friends, even though her school was very strict.
“I went to a grammar school where we wore uniforms, and makeup wasn’t allowed,” Twiggy said. “So on weekends, my friends and I would play with makeup like most teenage girls.” This is how her unique makeup style developed, especially her iconic eye look.
A few weeks after the photoshoot for the Daily Express, some now-famous black-and-white pictures of Twiggy appeared in the paper with the headline “Twiggy—The Face of ’66.” This launched her modeling career.
The next month, Twiggy did her first shoot for Vogue, and her life quickly became very busy. She became a major figure in mod fashion and inspired many women. While still a teenager, she even became the first celebrity to have a Mattel Barbie doll modeled after her.
Over the next few years, Twiggy became closely associated with the famous British designer Mary Quant. Mary Quant changed fashion with short skirts, giving women the freedom to show their legs.
After a few years of modeling, Twiggy retired in 1970 and started acting in movies and on stage, as well as singing.
Twiggy starred in several movies, including “The Boy Friend” in 1971, a role that won her two Golden Globes, and “Club Paradise” in 1986, where she acted alongside Robin Williams.
She also judged on “America’s Next Top Model” and created a fashion line for Marks & Spencer. She appeared in many of the brand’s billboard ads.
In 2011, Twiggy released an album called “Romantically Yours,” which features cover songs like “Blue Moon,” “They Can’t Take That Away from Me,” and “Right Here Waiting.” Her daughter, Carly Lawson, born in 1978, sang on some of the tracks.
Still active in the fashion world, the beautiful Twiggy was an ambassador for L’Oreal and works with other brands as a designer.
These days, the famous Twiggy is busy with her own podcast called “Tea with Twiggy.” Each week, she talks with her famous friends in a relaxed and personal way.
Despite all her success, Twiggy, one of the most well-known faces of her time, says her greatest achievement is her relationship with her amazing daughter.
Twiggy’s daughter, Carly, lost her father, actor Michael Witney, when she was just five years old. He passed away during Carly’s fifth birthday celebration. After that, Carly was raised by her mom, Twiggy, and Twiggy’s second husband, Leigh Lawson, whom she married in 1988.
“Family is my number one priority,” said Twiggy, who is also a grandmother. “It always has been, even when Carly was little. If something didn’t work for Carly, I didn’t do it. We went everywhere together, and that’s why we’re so close now. The other day, Carly said, ‘I can’t remember a time when you weren’t there, Mum,’ and that’s because I was always there. Even when I traveled, she came with me.”
Many women envy Twiggy for how well she pulled off that pixie cut in the 1960s! She looked gorgeous then and still looks amazing now.
What do you remember about the Swinging Sixties? What’s the most daring hairstyle you’ve ever tried?
Share your stories and let’s show Twiggy some love on her birthday!
If you enjoyed reading about how Twiggy’s style has evolved, check out how Catherine Deneuve looks today. She also had her big break in the 1960s.
My 18th Birthday Surprise for My Stepmom Left Her Speechless
My 18th birthday was a day I will always remember, not just because it marked my official move into adulthood, but also because it was the day I planned to reveal a surprise for my stepmom — one that I hoped would change her life in a way she never expected.
Have you ever felt like life is one long, unscripted play, where every moment could either break you or make you stronger? My life has been a bit like that.
Navigating through the tough times of loss and new beginnings, I found myself faced with a decision that could either be a heartwarming moment or a big surprise gone wrong.
My name is Sarah, and this is the story of how my entry into adulthood became unforgettable for an unexpected reason.
When my mom passed away when I was just 11, life felt like a never-ending storm. My dad, lost in his own sadness, found hope in a new woman and eventually remarried.
That’s how my stepmom, Olivia, came into my life. She became much more than just a new person in the house; she was a great source of support and love when I needed it.
At first, I wasn’t ready for her. I was too angry and wrapped up in my grief to see her for who she was. I remember the day she moved in — I stayed locked in my room, listening to her unpack, refusing to acknowledge that she was now part of our lives.
I thought, how could my dad move on so quickly? How could he bring someone new into our home?
But Olivia never forced her way in. She gave me space and waited patiently until I was ready to talk. One night, I had a nightmare about my mom. I woke up crying, drenched in sweat. Olivia heard me from the hallway and quietly opened my door.
“Sarah, sweetie, it’s okay. You’re safe,” she whispered, sitting beside me and rubbing my back gently. I didn’t push her away. For the first time, I let her comfort me, and as she held me, I felt a small warmth amid the grief.
Just like that, Olivia and I became close. She never tried to replace my mom but filled our home with a light I thought we had lost forever. “I’m here for you, always,” she’d tell me, her words soothing my aching heart.
But life had another surprise waiting. When we lost my dad, the silence in our home was heavy. I remember sitting in the dim living room, filled with fear and uncertainty.
“I can’t imagine how hard this is for you,” Olivia said softly. “But I want you to know I’m here for you. We’re family, no matter what.”
Her words were a lifeline in my sadness. “But everyone’s saying you’ll leave… go back to your family,” I said, struggling to hold back tears. “Will I…will I go to an orphanage?”
It wasn’t just my fear of losing her. I had heard people whispering at the funeral, speculating about how Olivia would leave now that my dad was gone. The thought terrified me. I didn’t want to be alone again.
“No, sweetie. You’re not going anywhere, and neither am I. Look at me,” she said, holding my hand in the dark. She cupped my face and kissed my forehead. “We’ll get through this together.”
For a moment, the heaviness in my chest lifted. Olivia had always been my steady anchor. She stayed by my side through every family gathering where people looked at us with pity, and through every sleepless night when grief threatened to take over. Slowly, I began to trust that she meant it when she said she wasn’t going anywhere.
And she was right. Despite the whispers from others, she stayed, showing me that the bonds of family we choose can be just as strong as those we’re born into.
On the morning of my 18th birthday, the air was filled with excitement, not just for the usual celebrations but for a surprise I had been planning for years.
Olivia greeted me with her warm smile, one that had often brightened my mood since the day she entered our lives.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” she said, handing me a small, beautifully wrapped box. Her eyes sparkled with the love and care that had become her trademark.
I took the box, my hands shaking slightly. I wasn’t nervous about the gift inside — it was the surprise I had for her that had my heart racing.
“Thank you,” I replied, feeling grateful for this woman who had stood by me through everything. “I have a surprise for you too, but… you’ll need to pack your things.”
The look of confusion on her face was immediate. “Pack my things?” she echoed, the joy fading into uncertainty. “Are you… Are you serious?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I want you to pack your things in the next hour. You’re leaving this house.”
Her laughter, light and disbelieving at first, faded as she saw the seriousness in my eyes. “But why, dear? I thought we were a family…” Her voice trailed off, a hint of despair creeping in.
I could feel my resolve wavering. The pain in her eyes was more than I had expected. But I couldn’t back down. Not now. Not yet.
“It’s time,” I began, feeling the weight of the moment. “I’ve been planning this since the day Dad died. You are going to another city.”
She sat at the kitchen table, her hands shaking as she reached for something to hold, but her fingers grasped at nothing. Her breath hitched as she whispered, “I don’t understand. What did I do? Why are you sending me away?”
In a moment that felt like a scene from a movie, I loaded her things into the car and drove her to a new place, all while she sat beside me in silence, filled with confusion and sorrow.
The drive was long and quiet, filled with unspoken questions and tension. I was the first to speak.
“You didn’t know that my father opened an account in my name when I was a child, saving money for my education. Since his death, I’ve put my money from jobs and gifts into this account. Now, there’s a large sum.”
Olivia turned to me, a mix of pain and understanding in her eyes. “I understand. You’re an adult now, and you don’t need me anymore. But why are you sending me so far away? You don’t want to see me at all?”
Her voice cracked, and it felt like a dagger in my chest. I never thought this moment would hurt so much.
As we pulled up in front of a beautiful house, the surprise I had been hiding was finally ready to be revealed.
“I will use some of this money for my education,” I continued, pointing to the house. “At an Ivy League university in the city where we’re now, where I’ve already been accepted. Do you see this house?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice heavy with confusion and a hint of hope.
“I bought this house for you,” I revealed, the tension finally breaking. “There was enough money for everything. Now I will study here and you will live next door. We won’t have to be apart, and if you want, you can go back to our old house at any time, or we can return together after I finish my studies.”
She sat in stunned silence, her eyes locked on the house. “You… you bought this for me?” she whispered, her voice shaking.
Tears came then, marking the moment with emotions that words could hardly capture. We hugged, our tears mingling, showing the depth of our bond and the love that had grown between us over the years.
“I love you, Sarah,” Olivia said, her voice barely a whisper but still clear.
“I love you too,” I replied, reaching for the house keys in my bag and placing them in her hand.
It was a birthday unlike any other, marked not just by receiving gifts but by giving a future, a home, and a promise of family, no matter what life might bring.
This was our story, a stepdaughter and her stepmom, navigating life together and proving that love knows no bounds.
As we stood there, holding each other in front of her new home, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had done it: I had given back to the woman who had given me so much.
For the first time in years, I felt like I could truly breathe, knowing we had a future together.
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