My so-called Italian haircut. 

As my birthday gift to my wife, I went today to La Barberia Di Riccardo in Testaccio for my first Italian haircut. Riccardo asked me how I wanted it cut. I said shorter, not realizing one shortness fits all. Can’t argue that I didn’t get my money’s worth – electric razor, hand scissors, single edged blade trim all leading to big balls of hair on the floor. Love it or hate it – and I’m putting myself in the latter category – this haircut is on Becky.