Your humble photographer, prior to having my locks shorn on a hillside farm in Tuscany (Castiglion Fiorentino a small town near Arezzo). Circa 1993. Scan of a really poor 35mm print. Where are my negatives!
Via my dad:
The story that your mom tells is this: She met an Italian man at a party. He was an older gentleman, a professor at UT. She told him about your return to Austin shaved, shorn and well dressed. He told her “My dear, Italy has been the finishing school for young men for centuries”
I glad you have documentation of this transformation.
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