Carlos is not in great form at the moment.
A mixture of forgetfulness, cushions getting in the way of passports, taxmen getting in the way of all sorts of taxable things and new and old symptoms rearing their ugly heads in the gallery of mirrors of his hypochondria.
And most of all the impending big six O.
So I did the only thing that is bond to instantly cheer him up.
I asked him if he wouldn’t mind stepping in front of my camera.