Post-rebellion

You rarely see people who rebelled against society and culture in their later years because most people tend to eventually mellow out and end up fitting into just "life" (lower case L). 

Not this woman, though. She is easily late 40s, early 50s. She has bright red hair (though with one-inch gray roots), with one side being hastily bobbed with safety scissors, and the other is shaved short up to the part in her head. 

Her eye-liner is thick and black, possibly applied with a sharpie, and ocean-blue eyeshadow is everywhere. She has an army jacket on and a tank top, so I can see the tattoos across her chest that were once bright, vibrant and colorful have all muddled into purple Rorschach shapes. I see a bat, angel wings, and spilled coffee.

I know it's just perception, but she seems very sad. She is looking around at everyone, but nobody is looking at her. She picked the wrong city to try to stand out; we have Darth Vader in a kilt on a unicycle playing flaming bagpipes: you're going to have to up your game if attention is what you seek.