The Beard

Recently I have been asked a lot about my beard and why it is that I have one (Well, in actuality I haven't, I am making use of artistic licence). People say (well not really), "Owen, it is not too hot for a beard?!", "Don't you get food in it?" and "If you were to kiss another man with a beard would you get stuck together? You know, like velcro".

Here I am with my beard. You can also make out my bet under my tee.

The answers to these questions are: yes, sometimes and I am not sure.

But the is a reason for this facial follicle madness. I have recently blogged about helping the band Arabella film the first part of their music video. The second part of that video involves me. "Great!" I hear you say collectively, "Where can I view this wonderful band's video? I do so love to gaze upon your lovely, albeit hairy, face". Well, unfortunately we haven't filmed my portion yet, but I will let you know (roughly) what we are planning to do.

Some Arabella albums and a tee

http://arabellamusic.bigcartel.com/product/arabella-bundle-tee-and-2-cds

The basic premise is that I walk around twice. But wait, there's more!

The first time I walk around I will do my best to look disheveled and unappealing (this has been a lot of hard work), by having an unkempt beard, wandering about in my "trainspotting" jumper and just generally looking disorientated.

The second time I walk about (I will walk exactly the same route, so we can cut between the two) I will be suited and booted, head held high and most importantly, clean shaven (I may give myself a bit of a hair cut too).

So next time you see me wandering aimlessly along the street please do not stop to help me or offer me temporary accommodation. This is art and for art I must suffer/have a beard.