The dreadlocks, sunglasses, and
five-o'clock shadow enhance his forever-young persona.
Underneath his embroidered "Dream Team" cap, Rabin, Grouplove's the 31-year-old drummer and in-house producer, was already sporting a
five-o'clock shadow; it was only noon.
But football's my first love and has been ever since my dad - Grandfather Christmas to you - took me to see FC Santa Claus play in the Finnish Kakkonen Northern Division, way back when my beard was just a snowy
five-o'clock shadow.
"You know, we feel like there's an inefficient component in the affordable art market," the young entrepreneur tells me as he strokes his
five-o'clock shadow with a thoughtful air.
Above all, Lea was a portrait artist, and his stunning, realistic depictions of America's combat servicemen, famous and not-so-famous, are a who's who of the so-called "Greatest Generation." Often shown in a rumpled uniform and with a
five-o'clock shadow on their jowls, these men appear as they fought their war.
He had such a heavy
five-o'clock shadow that if he didn't shave during the opening titles of Reporting Scotland, he looked like Desperate Dan.
I'm bleached, but call me Nappyhead, And know that one week after I'm dead The roots still grow, shea cream And pomade gone, the bare Legs freckled with follicles, the shaved-clean Pussy's
five-o'clock shadow, the Queen Bee, now not worth a hair.
Yesterday, though, the normally amiable Ranieri was a pale imitation of his likeable self with his haggard appearance accentuated by a
five-o'clock shadow.
The
five-o'clock shadow, naturally styled hair, subtle tan, and piercing blue eyes are great.
When George Deek uses the word "we" in a conversation, it is not entirely clear whether he means "we Palestinians," or rather "we Israelis," or perhaps "we Westerners," or even "we Arabs." At the age of 30, with a constant
five-o'clock shadow compensating for his baby-face and thin silhouette, he is both an Israeli diplomat, representing the Jewish state, and a descendant of a Palestinian family who fled its home during the Arab-Israeli War of 1948.
A few screeches and scratches of the microphone later, Casspi, in loose gray basketball shorts and a
five-o'clock shadow, starts speaking to the kids, sprawled on their backs and stomachs on the court.
Puffing away on cigarettes, with a
five-o'clock shadow that starts at noon, his nervous energy seems at one with the camera's.