Dear Adam,
Your smile has been living rent-free in our heads for weeks. We tried to let it go. We genuinely couldn’t. So we did the only reasonable thing and made more of it.
Cowboy Adam. Sunburnt Adam. Adam asleep in a leopard onesie, holding a water bottle like it’s a Grammy. We needed to know if the smile holds up under any condition. It does. Every single time. Honestly, at this point the smile is more bulletproof than most protocols.
So, the ask: fifteen minutes with the real you. Worst case, you got 1968 portraits out of it. Best case, fifteen minutes won’t be enough.