Like my new haircut?

As soon as the plane touched down in Malaga, I promised to myself: "I will get a fucking haircut." As it was, my hair was already too long that all throughout the trip I had to apply scandalous amounts of gel just to keep it from blocking my eyes. My fear was that I would bump into someone on the road or just fall into the river or something. So on the day I arrived from Bilbao, one of my first errands was to scout for a decent-looking parlor downtown. My heart wanted something radically different from my usual hairstyle (see pic on the left), but at the same time I didn't like to ruin my usual "respectable" look (hmmm...). Hair, after all, takes a while to grow. To make the story short, it turned out that I would settle for the "cresta" (see pic below), a punk-like cut whose name in Spanish evokes images of standing chicken feather. In front and at both sides, it seems like a semi-military cut but as soon as you look at the back of the head you will find a hidden suprise of thick and long hair. In the pictures below it may not seem too obvious, but I think I look quite scary in this haircut. Hahaha. So this is it, my summer look. What do you think?