He entered the room like an Eskimo sheltering from the cold. His hands thrust into his pockets and his hoodie framing Shirley Temple curls. "You look like an Eskimo!" I blurted out. He laughed. He struck a pose. "You have an amazing face!" I said. "Can I photograph you?" He shrugged, "Yes" he said. He leaned on the counter and pulled a cheeky grin. "No, not like that." I said. "I want you to look mean."
He once was a herdsman in Mongolia. Now he lives in Sydney, as an Artist.