I fear I have not aged well. Here's the all too shocking proof.
Three 10-year passport photos, each taken a decade apart.
No need to tell you which is the latest, just follow the disappearing hair!
The shirt was bought 1991 in Banana Republic when we were staying with a friend in Santa Monica.
For some bizarre reason which I really don't understand, I try to have all ID photos taken while wearing it.
If the one on the left knew he'd turn out like the one on the right, I wonder how he'd feel?