For about 6-7 weeks this past Nov-Jan, I cultivated a look that can best be described as “wolfman.” Maybe “cultivated” is a bit too strong of a word — it implies that I made some sort of effort, when in reality it was the result of doing nothing to keep the hair on my head trimmed in any way. However, I recently returned my countenance to its normal state with the help of my barber who just got off maternity leave. I give you, The Metamorphosis:
Note the resemblance to a certain bear of very little brain (or not):
I didn’t think that Jamie would play along with me once I started getting silly, so I took the rest of these pictures myself. . .
This is why I usually keep hair on my face. I look like such a baby without it!