He was shocked at the prospect of being clicked. Little did he know he was making a fashion statement worthy of recognition. Not everyone can carry a red polka dot shirt with skinny jeans, a prominent Mohawk and a to-die-for smile in a single look with such flair and passion. He dressed for himself, after long, as he fondly told me, with a glee that you can see on his face, in the pictures. Noteworthy is the way he is carrying his wrap sweater around his neck. I just love it! And those black Velcro shoes are so school-boyish. Perhaps the transition from adolescent to youth is still in its nascent stage.