You know how some people look better when they’re younger and some look better when they’re older after they’ve grown into their bodies, gotten sensible haircuts and no longer treat fashion as alien science? This photo of me going out for my grad ceremony in June 1982 clearly demonstrates I am in the latter group.
I did my best to fix the photo in Lightroom (it had a lot of noise thanks to the 1890s camera technology used) but there is no image manipulation program that can fix the hair, glasses or all of those dismembered heads on the wall behind me.
