Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
While Google fails me once again on the fine details, I recognize the two large medals identifying this gentleman as having had a Québécois Récompense de Service de Moustache bestowed upon him at some point. The smaller starburst at his throat indicates a career in the Greater Canadian Moustache Brigades and the sash is only awarded if his mustache was wounded in combat. Truly a mighty warrior and someone deserving our respect. Too bad the collective memory of the Internet has let him slip away.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
What child wouldn't be thrilled to be have been sired by a gentleman with such a fine mustache? What hours of delight such a lucky child would have in knowing her father to be among a rarefied company. A wonderful handlebar like that could populate the entire world with siblings!
A beautiful image reproduced on my favorite photographic process, matte collodion printing-out paper.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
A wonderful translation of Mustache Thievery by Sukumar Ray
This excellent poem from the facial-hair rich sub-continent now called India contains some of the truest line spoke by man:
They claim the mustache is mine--as though it’s something you can own!
The mustache owns the man, my friend--that’s how we all are known.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
James and William Harbut, known locally as "The Harbut Boys." Ruffians in their youth, they finally grew fine matching mustaches and joined the gentry. The civilizing influence of a properly groomed mustache cannot be over estimated. It tamed more wild youth in the Nineteenth Century than comely minister's daughters.