In the immortal words sung by Kenny Rogers, (cough) our generation's greatest bearded troubadour and plastic-surgery poster child, "You gotta know when to fold 'em."

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I heeded The Gambler's advice and folded my cards a long time ago, at least when it comes to believing that any of us have a shred of privacy left in our lives. Try going out in public these days without your image being captured on a security camera somewhere.


And with the general public rife with smartphone fever, chances are you've been a part of someone's over-sharing habit via a Facebook photo or YouTube video you had no idea was being taken.

If this makes you want to never leave the privacy of your own home, Berlin-based artist Martin Backes wants to get your head back in game…by covering it up.

He's created a pixelated hood — nay, mask — that fits over your entire head and neck. The mask is to be worn in public, making those who wear it indistinguishable on camera. Here's how Backes describes it on his website:

The full face mask Pixelhead acts as media camouflage, completely shielding the head to ensure that your face is not recognizable on photographs taken in public places without securing permission. A simple piece of fabric creates a little piece of anonymity for the Internet age. The material used is stretch satin with a fashionable Pixel-style print of German Secretary of the Interior Thomas de Maizière. The mask has two holes for your eyes, so you can see and breathe comfortably while wearing the mask, secure in the knowledge that your image won’t be showing up anywhere you don’t want it to.

All fine and dandy, except for the fact that wearing this mask will make you look like a medieval executioner, which, correct if I'm wrong, probably isn't the best way to keep a low profile. But, hey, to each his own.

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If I was a gambling man, which I am now thanks to Kenny Rogers' advice, I'm willing to bet Backes mask is more of a statement on contemporary culture, rather than a functional garment. And for that alone, I tip my hood.