As last year, I experimented with shaving my head during our Chinese New Year break, and letting my beard grow - kind of a race, to see whether the hair on my head would grow back more vigorously than the hair on my chin (these days, alas, NO).
There is something about this 'look' that is strangely intimidating - and I don't feel it's 'me' at all (either the bald pate or the fuzzy chin; and certain not both together). But I fear I need to try to acclimatise myself to the imminent possibility of converting to radical baldness. Middle-aged hair loss has just begun to hit me quite heavily. And while I may not feel that baldness looks good on me, it looks a hell of a lot better than very thin hair.... or a desperate comb-over. One day, perhaps quite soon, this will probably be my regular look. Oh dear.
This year, I further entertained myself by trying to create a time-lapse record of my transformation (one photo every day for the first couple of weeks or so, and then two a week for the next five or six weeks).
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