I sit here and listen, to my iPod. Thrash metal.
Collars turned up, cap peak pulled down over face, 3-day stubble. All very mysterious. Used to see a lot of this type of character in the late eighties and early nineties – men who look out at the world from behind the pages of the NME (or similar alternative/indie music press). Lots of frowning and introspection and peering through John-Lennon* spectactles.
*More recently sported by Harry Potter