Before my appointment with Mindy this evening, I thought I’d better commemorate what I was about to lose. Of course, you can click the pictures to biggerize them.
Yep, the hair had only hours left as part of my head. I pulled out a couple of lights, a box fan, and my favorite portrait lens and took a few selfies.
It turns out ten seconds is not quite enough time to find your mark (has to be perfect for the focus), get your hair blowing in the wind, get into position, and finally switch off the photographer and activate the inner model to throw some personality back toward the camera.
Who knew the line between glam and metal was so narrow?
Glam
Metal
Guitarists: pay no attention to my left hand; getting that detail right was just one detail too many.
Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.
I can see opportunities lost in all of these poses, but that’s the way it goes. I’m featuring ones here that show my hair in all its glory. Yes, an ‘after’ episode is coming soon. I’ll leave you with another guitar solo face.
Guitar solo face.
Looking fit, sir! You’re going to have a more rugged style now? Like a more distinguished Magnum, P.I., I imagine.
Thanks! I don’t think I have a magnum look in me, but Mindy (the hair chopper) thought I should just trim my beard super-short rather than shave it off, for a slightly-grizzled look. My beard may be too pale to pull that off, but I’ll try it for some of the ‘after’ shots. My Sweetie took some excellent ‘during’ photos this evening.
The hair fan is perfection!
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You scared me for a moment. When you said “commemorate what I am about to lose” I thought you were getting rid of the Gibson! That is a sweet guitar.
I probably should say goodbye to the guitar as well, since I never really learned to play it well. But it’s so pretty.
Forget the hair for the moment (very hard due to the excellent use of light and wind) and appreciate the svelte cyclist’s physique. Looking very trim, sir!
The still-there belly is not apparent in these pics, but I’ve definitely slimmed down everywhere else (except legs – I have muscles!). My resolve to lose the belly slips far too often, in part because I’m pretty happy where I am.