steeze.

matt turned 20 today. he needed a change, so he set off to cut the locks that had come to define him.

we first went to a chinese barber in fan tan alley that matt had been referred to.

this chinaman didnt know what the hell was going on and ultimately refused to do the cut. chinaman.

it was clear that we had to find a legit barber who spoke english.

the beard also has to go. but dont touch the moustache!

soulpatch?

nah.

don't worry, i got it.