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Disguise: TinTin, Guildford, 1977 (trying my best)

i mean, the details get lost: the right trousers, shoes, white shirt and blue tie – alas the glasses and the mediocre hair bring it down

Tintin, the intrepid reporter who managed to foil his enemies, while chasing down a story and exotic countries, was, and remains, my hero.

As a seven(?)-year-old in Guilford, I did my best to emulate him, alas, glasses were a necessity but the +4 pants, rackish tie and dapper overcoat captured the spirit for my satisfaction… as does the jaunty grasp of the overcoat showing “im ready for anything”. {Indeed, I was ready for anything and off into the world i went, eventually morphine more into a captain had hot type and finally settling into professor calculus/sunflower .}

However, I spent the entire evening trying to explain to people who I was. Surrey wasn’t ready then, and likely isn’t now, for this remix of (a relatively to North American audiences) obscure Belgian.

Disguise: Greek Fisherman / Olympian

Well I ain’t no Olympian but I can get behind anything… Including the original running track/stadium in Olympia, Greece…

Actually, since I lived in Olympia Washington (#OlyWa) for nine (!) years, I guess I’m in Olympian… And yes, attended two Olympic games so there’s that, but still… No gold medals except for that run of first place ribbons in the science fairs in elementary school and the “Mr. Fun” certificate from Boy Scout Camp…

But yes, this is the original Olympic grounds and me in a Greek fisherman’s hat and tunic, you know, going local with my awesome moustache and specs.

Disguise: Bus rider (with moustache, chops and hat)

My halloween disguise – you’ll never recognize me with ‘stache, chops, cardigan & fancy new hat. Waiting for a bus (i left the house!) off to meet 藤田良子 in hot spring village of Maniwa, on the borderlands of Tottori.  Same as it ever was, same as i ever am (except slightly more chubby).

Disguise: Convict with Clown and First Nations Warrior (of sorts)

Convict, Clown and First Nations: daveo disguised
Convict, Clown and First Nations
I ventured out, moustachioed, into the wilds of Guilford complete with my inmate number for easy identification.
 
Along with brother Dan as a clown, no tears for this one, and brother Bob with some inappropriate cultural appropriation upon which I won’t comment upon further, we would rampage through Guilford Mews condos using pillowcases instead of plastic sacks to collect the trick or treat bounty. 
 
Surrey, circa 1976?
 
 

Disguise: Convict and Rockstar

Convict and Rockstar: daveo disguised
Convict and Rockstar
Oh those notorious Olson boys, always up to no good, they make the Duke boys look like saints. This time it’s Dan headed to the brig while I strike my best rockstar pose – indeed my true calling if it wasn’t those pesky musical instruments.
 
My iteration was a mix of my uncle Randy Bachman and a bit of Elvis who had died on my recent seventh birthday. Hey glasses, big hair, bellbottoms with pom-poms and platform shoes… But oh that pose! Simply says, “I know you’re looking but I don’t care – i’m just here to rock”
 
 

Portrait: Interesting Men

Hunter S Thompson: daveo disguised
Hunter S Thompson
Two bearded distinguished gentleman discussing how Ernest Hemingway is vastly overrated.
 
note: this costume was on deck a couple years ago, but life got weird for me, but in that moment of sadness, I realized I didn’t need to dress up as the most interesting man in the world as i’ve met at least a dozen people as interesting as this fictional dude.
 
 
 

Disguise: Hunter S. Thompson

“Dr.” Hunter S. Thompson as depicted, required the commitment to shaving a cul-de-sac through my lock.

The party attended was appropriately at the Police Museum (with a DJ dressed as TennWolf), where i pose in front of exhibit of seized drugs in an attempt at method acting, circa 2010(?).
 
Note: authentic media pass. in which the goodly “doctor” is still resplendent with his mane intact.