J-Rock Shock

October 11, 2003.  A day that will live in infamy.  Irvine High's homecoming, the J-Rock fiasco.

I blame some of it in Karen and Veronica for their obscene suggestions
I blame some of it on Michael for convincing Collin
I blame some of it on myself for getting all into it

This is one of those projects where you look back and you go: "Good god, I had no idea what I was doing"

Regardless of who to blame, it was quite a riff.  A couple hours of preparation that were more enjoyable than the actual dance itself.  This is why I will never make a good fashion consultant.  This is why Michael is destined to be a make-up artist.  This is proof that it IS possible to ruin hair as nicely conditioned as Collin's.

NOTE:  My camera sucks.  It chops off people's heads.  I apologize for ruining otherwise awesome photos, although I'm sure the people in them are relieved by the ruin-age.  It's harder to use it as blackmail material.

This is Fang Peng.

And no, his mother doesn't know.

How he got this way is another story.

To be entirely honest it started out like this.  Look at how happy and innocent they are with the "HotHead" blue color wand.

Then came the nail job.

Shiny silver nail polish.  Here they dry off the first layer as they watch a television that was broken.

But the antenna wasn't plugged in.  It wasn't broken.

Mike's hair is blue.  Can you see?

Note the silken brown-ness of Collin's hair.

It will not be silken when we are finished ruining his reputation.

Like I said, my camera chopped off their heads. *sad face*  I'm not sure if this was divine influence, or what, but maybe it's all for the best.

We decided to pick out clothes for Collin.  Mike already had his.

We rejected this jacket.

I don't know why, it's a good jacket.  VERY J-rockerish.

Shiny purple-silver material.

Little jewel studs.

Velvet collar.

A very good jacket.  Rejected.

When we reached Karen's house, we stuck Collin on a chair and we flipped him upside down.

Mike applies make-up.

Eyeliner.

To the lips.

Yes.

Anyhow, watch as Collin's face slowly turns red.

Blood rush to head!

I don't know what I'm doing here.

Maybe I'm just laughing.

I'm not mean.  Honest.

Karen assists in the ruin-nation of Nilloc's gorgeous silken locks.  Notice how gingerly she touches the glued-with-silver-hair-glue-hair.

Notice how she is standing as far away from his make-upped face as possible.

The camera cut off the top of their heads.

It's not my fault.

Just to clear up any confusion, the one trying to catch insects with his tongue is Collin.

The final product.

Yeah, they're so happy.

You would be, too.

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