This is how I looked in 1978, on the back cover of "Carezzas" by Benni & Others, a rock group of which I was the singer.
Looking at this photograph triggers lots of other pictures in my head: The long recording sessions, the different people involved ... It is not a story with a beginning, a middle, and an end but a wild farrago, blurred like the picture above.
It does not cease to baffle me that although we (okay, not all but quite some) know that time does not exist, photographs do show us the passing of time. How come? No idea, really, it is just like it is for contradictions only exist in our minds.