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A wrinkle-proof portrait

As mentioned in a previous post, my brother always attempts to enhance my least desirable features when he photographs me (unresolved childhood issues I surmise – he says he has forgiven me for the “past abuse when I was 7 and he was 4 and I stole his Action Jim and dressed him up with the Barbie doll clothes”, but I don’t believe he has quite yet.)

I have now found the perfect solution when I submit myself to his unforgiving lens.

Gas mask

Wicked, no?