Once a year, I get a hair cut. It tends to fall in the dead of winter, when my skin and nails and locks are dreary looking, and I feel an urgent need for a pick-me-up. I call around a smattering of salons, and beeline it to the one with a stylist free. Because it’s a once-a-year-thing I make sure to have her/him chop a considerable chunk. This is the inspiration for 2020’s cut. Chances are, my hair will be in a top knot by March.