"This picture was taken in 1988 and despite my wildly printed garments, most people would mistake me for a boy. My butchered haircut was the result of my mother’s insistence that having long hair would make me very uncomfortable in summer. Shame we lived in the UK, which as memory serves, was always freezing.
"The family hairdresser was a lady called Milada from the Czech Republic with a penchant for leather. She smelt of antiseptic and as far as I am aware never actually worked in a hair salon. I think my mother lent her my head as some sort of favour.
"My missing tooth was another sore point, mostly because it was the result of a rough handed aunt who insisted my firm baby tooth was wobbly (it wasn’t and I would probably be showing it off proudly today if it was). I was never shy to bear my teeth whether it be in a grimace (due to haircut) or beam (in denial).
"In the 70s and 80s brown seemed a very fashionable colour for people to decorate their houses with. Our couch was a talking point with all guests who remarked at how comfortable it was. Today it’s sitting in the car garage waiting for its eventual placement in a museum." --Eva
After the jump: Eva today...