Shirt by Veer, next to medicine cabinet

When the three bears rolled through Cincy a while back, they came bearing gifts.

The first was a Ziploc bag of Kevin’s beard. He once said he wouldn’t cut it until I would visit St. Louis… After I kept getting sidetracked, he couldn’t take it anymore and gave in to a big trim.

I suppose the next time my mom makes homemade paper, I’ll throw his follicles in the blender and give it back in some other fashion.

The second gift is perfectly suited as I’ve often been asked to describe my graphic style and always reply, “Swiss Anal,” a brief period that came after Bauhaus.

I needed more red in my wardrobe and it will be cherished. (