There’s some unfortunate ‘angles’ of me in this one (umm, yeah HI: Fatty McFatterson much?), but I’m determined to get the F over myself and showcase the details of Jared’s inimitable genius.
*THIS IS THE LONGER OF THE TWO VIDEO CLIPS, BUT SHOULD BE DROOL-WORTHY FOR FASHION FIENDS WHO APPRECIATE ATTENTION TO INTRICATE DETAIL.*
What I requested? (Translation = “what [the customer] ordered?”)
Bloodthirsty barber, circa ’99…
1899, that is.
Not “Sweeny Todd” specific, as
a) I can’t sing,
b) Look like a dungheap compared to Johnny Depp (since most folks associate the Sweenster with J.D. due to the most recent ‘take’ on Mr. Todd),
c) Wouldn’t want to be confined to a barber shop.
I mean, REALLY.
I’m uber-fagatronic in this footage– but hey, just another trait I’ve gotta ‘own,’ maing.
Besides, what’s key here is the CLOTHING…and accoutrements. // DIG IT