A friend who is observing my session fills me in on some details of his celebrated past as his knots slowly melt under my hand. "Really!" I exclaim, and look with wonder at the old gentleman I'm standing next to. His jaw is set stoically and you can still see the marks in the soft tissue across his nose where the stud chain rubbed for years, but his wise eyes soften and he lifts his head proudly. It's an honor to work on such a noble creature. I swear he stands a little taller when I take my camera out to get a couple of shots.