the makeover...

Sometimes when my self-esteem needs a boost, or when I'm just feeling down and depressed, or when my wife starts complaining about how ratty I am looking, or when my wife has decided to simply leave my sorry ass altogether, I drop in at the local stylist for a new look.

Photo by Teshka.

Lomé, Republic of Togo, c. July 2009.

Brownie Hawkeye Flash, flipped lens, Neopan 400.