A profile shot taken in my spiritual home, the Carlton Hotel. The beard has reached maturity, I feel, and now I confront the daunting and tantelising possibility of eventually achieving the “prospecter” look. In the second shot I can be seen with my beard bretheren Chad, championing the Aussie conquistidor.
More holiday blogs coming, I promise!
Here we can see some movement through time. The first shot was about a week ago, the second yesterday. I think I am now over the line that divides unkempt and debonair, though who am I to say? The euro-hat/chin-fungus combo makes me look like I should be selling fruit on the streets of Paris. Exactly the look I’m going for.
I don’t think this photo does the beard justice – must be the soft lighting. Yeah, the chops are still clearly the dominant force but not the the extent implied in this pic. It’s not strokeable and I look probably 20% more thoughtful as a result, but I’m really hanging out for the full blown “highland philosopher” or “maritime war hero”.
Let’s take a quick break from the holiday diary to see how the beard’s growing.
Here we can see that the sideys are still distinct but their days are numbered. The 3 day peach fuzz has progressed into a 5 day dirty hobo. Status is unkempt, pre-stylish. Functionally it is providing no protection from the elements yet. Week 2 will be telling.