Moustache Addiction

I don't know why I like them, I just do. They're cool, I know that much... and I suit the adhesive ones to the point where people forget I don't actually have one. I love wearing them, I don't know what it is about it but when I'm wearing one, I just feel so good, and I love that feeling so much that I would go out of my way to wear one because I just feel so awesome when I do.

It's not just that, either. I know a good moustache when I see one, and some guys are massively improved by a little facial hair. Obviously it makes a lot of guys look stupid, and I have to actually like the guy before I can allow myself to like the facial hair, but if they can pull it off, me gusta.

Example 1:  Brain Holden is a very, very attractive man in his natural state. He's good looking, charismatic, funny, and a brilliant actor. But then slap a moustache on him and...

It may not work for you, but it damn-well works for me. But wait...



Ignoring the text (which is a quote from the show), you stick him in a waistcoat, and tadaaa! I'm happy. May I point out that he's raising one eyebrow here, too?


Example 2: The young Paul Simon. Pictured below (left) with the other half of his double act, Art Garfunkel (right), who we'll discuss in a minute.

Note how young and fresh-faced he is. He appears sweet and innocent yet with an edge to his personality which a lot of people find very attractive. But during his days with a moustache and a little bit of a beard...

I have mixed opinions on this. On the one hand, I like. But on the other hand... It wasn't always so good.



This was not a good look for him. At all. Let's move on.

Example 3: Art Garfunkel. I can't deny that I really rather like the younger Garfunkel, at least up to the mid 80's. I can't describe him with any justice and I'll only embarrass myself by trying so I'll let the pictures do the talking.

I'd never seen the above image until I searched for a decent picture just now and let me tell you, I like it a lot. NERD GLASSES!!! This makes me so happy I can't even tell you. Anyway, you see, a perfectly lovely image. But what I'm about to show you may disturb you. I can only find one example of the monstrosity on the internet, and I do not intend to go looking for it again. Brace yourself.

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Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce the Supertash. Bear in mind that it is also combined with an orange turtle-neck jumper. I wouldn't normally have a problem with this but I have to say, blonde moustaches should not exist. Light brown I'll accept. But blonde? No. just no, and certainly not on the wonderful Art. But don't worry, he's still awesome to me for even trying that look, and being brave enough to go on telly like that. Gotta love him.