The picture below is of J Allard as I've always known him: too-hip clothes and the shaved pate of a bald guy who doesn't want to appear to be a bald guy.

Kinda looks like a jerk. But whatever, he's a bigwig in the cutthroat world of consumer electronics. What do you expect?
Then I saw this picture, of J Allard before he got famous.

Besides leaving me with a vague feeling of depression, this contrast between the two pictures made me wonder whether this was a conscious decision on his part -- a midlife crisis, perhaps -- or direction from his people.
I imagine myself as the earlier J, a smiling goof in a plaid shirt (essentially what I am now), and then one of my bosses saying, "Andy, you need to spruce up the image a little bit. You're the face of the Xbox. Go to the mall. See what the kids are into, what they're wearing, what their hair is like. Try to skew a little younger."
And me thinking to myself, "I got it! A sportcoat over a hoodie!"