The one-stop blog spot for your Nineteenth Century Mustache needs!
Dear Gentle Reader,
Many of the following pages have graphic and clear images of the masculine mustache in all its forms, both sublime and grotesque. My intent is not to shock or titillate, but merely to inform on the subject. The Nineteenth Century gave us many things, but above all it was a hotbed of facial hair experimentation and this is but a poor sampling of those many lost forms.
Bully! My good man, this blog is an Extraordinary find amidst the slithering sewer of the 'nets, where hair, particularly Down Under (if you gather my drift, which as a Gentleman I am sure you do not), is ruthlessly persecuted, hounded out of existance, plucked with mad determination, shorn to (shudder) stubbly devastation. Keep up the good work.
The disparity in his hair, sideburns and moustache can only be explained by a singularly bizarre event. I therefore imagine that he woke up one morning to find that his face had been transplanted onto the head of another gentleman entirely.
Perhaps we should remember the lesson we learned as gentleboys: that when they try to make us go to rehab, we just say, "No, no, no." A lesson well-learned by said chap, judging by his follicular curls. Fabulous.
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A man full of melancholia with a full complement of facial hair like this gentleman? The saddest thing in the world.
That Sir, is a picture of someone quite too familer with Absinthe! He has probably been twisting those hairs for Hours! Rehab, Anyone?
Bully! My good man, this blog is an Extraordinary find amidst the slithering sewer of the 'nets, where hair, particularly Down Under (if you gather my drift, which as a Gentleman I am sure you do not), is ruthlessly persecuted, hounded out of existance, plucked with mad determination, shorn to (shudder) stubbly devastation. Keep up the good work.
The disparity in his hair, sideburns and moustache can only be explained by a singularly bizarre event. I therefore imagine that he woke up one morning to find that his face had been transplanted onto the head of another gentleman entirely.
I do agree with your statement
Perhaps we should remember the lesson we learned as gentleboys: that when they try to make us go to rehab, we just say, "No, no, no." A lesson well-learned by said chap, judging by his follicular curls. Fabulous.
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