Showing posts with label mustaches. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mustaches. Show all posts

Monday, June 27, 2011

Fearless facial fur

Owen.  "O" as in OMG those are awesome chops, and "wen" as in when is this going to make a comeback?

I passed Owen on the street, made the connection as to what I just saw, and backtracked promptly.  These are chops of which Elvis himself would be in awe.  Sidenote: I'm not too thrilled to see that I do the same photo-wobble stance my grandmother does.  Ha.

Jason
I stopped Jason first because of his outfit; it's high time the tuck-in came back in style--it's more polished, and more flattering (let's show those waists people)--not too mention the très-European pant cuff.

But then I took a closer look....


It's glorious.

If I were him, I'd put a little pomade on the ends of that 'stache and twirl it like a silent movie villain.  Oh, and a monacle.  What was that?  Did I mean for Halloween?  Oh.  Oh of course I did.  Of course.