Freja Beha Erichsen—she bangs. She is layered. She is almost blunt. And, she is officially a haircut (thanks to the discerning scissors of Christiaan). She might even have someone else’s haircut [13, 27]—but as we’ve said before, when it comes to borrowing from the boys it’s not about where you take things from, it’s where you take them to. This soft, wild, bed-rumpled tousle of layers falls somewhere between the femininity of a Chloé collection and the I-don’t-own-a-comb-because-I’m-too-busy-being-an-artist-and-rock-star look of Patti Smith . It says 'I'm one of the guys, but I'm certainly not a guy.' It makes us want bangs. It makes models want bangs . It makes Jane Birkin’s daughter want bangs . And we’re pretty sure the only tools it requires are a little surf spray, perhaps some dry shampoo for your new eye-grazing fringe, and last night's makeup to keep it authentic (high cheekbones and disarming dimples don't hurt, either).