portrait of the artist getting a haircut.
4 Nov 2010
There were some shenanigans up in Walton this past weekend. I’ll post more on the ins and outs of our trip as soon as the rest of the slide film negatives get scanned into the computer, but for now, feast your eyes on what happens when you start drinking wine at 3 in the afternoon. I decided around 9pm that I needed a haircut, and started hacking away; Shannon swooped in to trim the parts I couldn’t see all that well. Then, grabbing the hair on the back of her own head, Shannon decided she needed minor shearing as well. I put down the camera and took control of the scissors. Pseudo-mullets be gone! Bernard stood back, slighly aghast but mostly amused.
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