In the mid nineties, or was it the eighties, I had a blond mohawk. So far as I know, no photos existed. It did not stick up in a feather pattern. With my ever so smart blond mohawk, we visited Sydney. I wore a kind of nothing green skinhead jacket, that was way too hot for indoors in Sydney and often too hot outdoors in mid winter too. Nevertheless, the look was ok and I picked up, although I that may be mentally rather than physically. I conveniently can't really remember.
Just recently a friend gave me some photos and much to surprise, one was among them was me with a mohawk but it was not blond. Mohawk is an extreme noun. It was actually as the modern fashion is, shaved at the sides and long and wide strip on top. The photo must have been taken late 1990s at The Laird O'Cockpen Hotel in Abbotsford. I believe The Laird is still operating. The photo fascinates me as I look at it critically and dispassionately. The first thing I see is a big nose. I think it is bigger now.
After the photo was taken, I perfected the bit of fuzz below my lower lip to look better. Then one day a very young Firefighting Niece asked why I had it? I went to the bathroom and shaved it off and went back into the lounge room and she did not notice. I never grew it back.
My father used to call me pinhead. I can see why. I have a long neck.
I can see evidence of sun damaged skin. It is worse now.
My eyebrows aren't so good, but they are darkened a little by an eyebrow pencil but not perfectly balanced.
The scar to the right of my right eyebrow is quite evident. When I was young, I ran full speed into some kind of trailer chassis.
Seems like it was a military themed night. When I bought the shirt, I thought it was the Aboriginal flag on the sleeve. Seems it is the German flag. Lordy, what does that mean? I hope it is the current flag and not the old one. My under black tee shirt is askew. Horrid.
I can see crows feet, but with my face fatter now, they are not really so worse.
It is clearly an unstaged photo and I don't remember it being taken. What (more likely who) was I looking at? I was a shocker back then. I would promise with my eyes to guys and once they were were interested, I would then become disinterested (sic). What would Freud make of that? After all, I had R to go home with, although there was the time when a gorgeous young guy came back with us.......too much information, but sadly he died not too many years after.
All in all, it is a cruel and revealing photo but at least I guess my teeth are ok. No, actually they look a bit too bucky. I am to bed now, but will check my teeth in the mirror first.
Oh, you thought I was going to attach the photo. Nah. Maybe I will post it in the future. I like the photo.