chin-strap

Two years ago I shaved off my first beard. It had been a good beard; begun in Canadian winter it had seen me through 2004.
It was February in London and it was bloody freezing. Never before had I realised how many sensory receptors I have in my face, and all of them were telling me 'WEAR A BASTARD-SCARF NUMB-NUTS'. I got dressed in my suit, my new fancy shoes (one half a size bigger than the other), rolled my trouser-legs up and cycled to the Japanese Embassy for my JET interview.

From that point on I deigned to create, what initially was going to be a beard-animation -for my degree portfolio- as I grew the chin-strap back. Two years later I'm still taking a photo every(ok most)days. The result... a little scary in motion, perhaps a little scary without motion.
I've picked up some more facial scarring, the beard's flowed back and forth, the hair's gone, I dabbled with a moustache, with a goatee, with side-burns...

and the most surprising thing; in at least three of these photos, I don't look good.