Ha, no, the camera was honest in its depiction of that little lightning bolt-shaped disfigurement.
I got that when I tripped over my feet, as a child, and fell into our glass coffee table. Whoops.
I know, I know. I can’t even look at myself, anymore. Shaving that beard off really just ruined everything.
John Coltrane and Miles Davis , NYC, 1959. © Don Hunstein.
(Except having my records in non-alphabetical order, no matter how sweet the colors are, would drive me absolutely bonkers.)