“Oh, I moisturize at least five times a day!”
For some reason, that’s what I took away from my first encounter with the middle-aged Mod Paul, that and the reddish-blonde pompadour sitting atop his head.
Mod Paul is a charming, very well dressed Ginger that had the good fortune of retiring early in life. He has been a hair stylist, interior designer & competitor in Scottish Highland games. Now Mod Paul’s a surfer, cyclist, Socialite, collector of Mid-Century Modern furniture and of course all things Mod. He considers himself an American Dandy.
I often meet Mod Paul for coffee. The likely scenario goes like this: He comes sauntering up to the coffee shop, completely detailed out in some punky, yet classy Thom Browne suit, greeting me with a “Hey baby!” coupled with a million-dollar smile. Me, I’m usually in two-day old hair, surf trunks, a shabby t-shirt and sandals. We chat about surfing, photo-ideas and local gossip while sipping Macchiatos. Our meeting usually lasts about 45 minutes, then he goes traipsing off to his next meeting, looking fabulous.