I recently had a friend request that I post more pics of myself, especially more awkward blurry pics. I SWEAR I'm not just being vain. Truth be told, I kinda despise taking pictures of myself (and hate posting them even more). Writing a blog is like Buddhism-- both encourage a healthy degree of self-effacement. To demonstrate just how painful the process can be, I thought I'd lay bare an ineffectual attempt to photograph myself wearing a hat. How does this thing work anyways? The hat I mean. Brim down? Brim up? Cocked to the side? French style? Irish style? Russian sailor style? So many choices. . . so few pixels.
The hat is a gift from Karlo in Montreal (ooops, I originally said Toronto - sorry, Karlo) who thrifted it somewhere deep in the bowels of bountiful Quebec. I'm told its 100% leather. . . A true treasure.
Karlo sent the hat along with two killer Colby portraits below (much better than my shotty self-portraits above) as both belated birfdaze presents and tribute to the true "pleasure of bottoming". Moooaaaan. Thank you Karlo. That hit the spot. :-)
*The Memorable Order of Tin Hats (MOTH), a real organization headquartered in Durban, South Africa, is a veterans group for ex-front-line soldiers. As a former Frontline watcher and soldier for Christ I consider myself an honorary member. :-)