Barbecue-manning, grass-mowing, inability to ask directions... the growing of a fine arrangement of facial hair and the subsequent appreciation thereof used to be relegated to the territory of these other fine pastimes, a place known as Boys' Club. But no longer! Everything's coming up moustachoied as we seek out new ways for all people, regardless of testosterone level, to incorporate some whiskers into their lives...
Start 'em young! Whitney's dad exhibiting proper moustache maintenance as his wee daughter looks on, probably making a mental note to dig up this pic in 25 years and use it on a blog...
Confining one's moustache to one's upper lip is so 1973...
We found this quirky little book on Dali by Dali (co-written in some part I'm sure by his moustache) at the Melrose Flea Market in LA. He poses questions to himself and then answers them (perhaps foreshadowing David Byrne's hilarious self-interview circa Stop Making Sense?). The back of the book reads "Warning! This book is preposterous"But preposterousness is the spice of life, as they say, so go forth, and seek a moustache of your very own!
