Or, for the brazilian belowthenose fans, merely Jaiminho. And for the brazilians belowthenose fans who do not know who Jaiminho is, well, then we’re playing tough here.
Anyway... for a universal mustache appreciator, the exhibit speaks for itself.
I never understood people who wear Lacoste stuff. Personally, I think that’s the biggest gap between my father and I.
And it’s no different with this thirsty-for-what’s-going-on mustache shown here. What’s on his mind? What’s he looking for? What’s behind these silent black eyes?
Lacoste and mustache. A shakespearian combination.
Forget Peter Fonda. Forget Dennis Hopper. Ladies and gentleman, here’s the real deal: chopper style.
Brought to you in all shapes and colors here, at your beloved belowthenose friday special post, this mustachian crew needs no bikes, no leather jackets, no hottie american-flagged roadies no „I just dig the wind-on-my-face“.
Well, that was our first impression. You know how it is: you’re out there, chasing musta’s and suddenly a sporty, old but youngster mustache comes out of nowhere. A second look reveals a regular, almost ordinary mustache.
Almost. If it wasn’t for his a-mullet-is-born thing going on.
What we got here? (ok, besides the daily mustache...) Yes sir: two stalkers! Two out of thousands, millions of belowthenose roadies spread around this big great mustachian world. (notice a third one on the background, chillin’ like she’s too good for us... hopeless b*tch)
Sorry for not talking too much about you, señor orange-corded-eyeglass mustache. It’s just a small tribute to our fans.
This mustache has given us a lot of knowledge. First: if you wanna have a sip of your tasty warm beer, please hide from your friends behind a trash can. Second: don’t ever, ever leave your house without a red umbrella. And third: if the belowthenose crew is after you, play hard to get. Never look at the camera.
Who do we find in the midst of the crowd? Sleepy mustache. Pale white, probabaly dreaming about a nice jelly donut dancing to a Steve Vai solo (as this awesome shirt may suggest)
Sleepy mustache, just so you know: we’re awake. And with camera in hand.
For those who are not aware of the fact, a few words: Checkpoint Charlie used to be the crossing/border/frontier/you-got-the-idea from east to west in cold-war Berlin. Today, thousands of tourists visit the place.
Thousands of mustaches. And they are free to walk from east to west, waving their short fur against the german wind.
Leaving the american sector? Take your mustache with you.
I believe the name tells the story. But still, there’s a lot we can say about this mustache phenomenon.
This eclipse has no place nor time to happen. And it presents it’s fury like a Tsunami, so you’d better have a camera at hand or the Double Trouble is gone. But now he’s here, on our friday special post.
Quite an interesting picture. Many things going on: a flying camera, a belowthenose roadie holding a becks, a proud wife, a curious salute from one of your hosts.
Question: why do some people walk around dressed exactly like their kids? Come on, it’s not a matter of fashion here – i leave this task to Mr.Coolhunter and other fashion-bloggers. I’m just curious.
Fortunately, there’s a moustache to separate you from your son. Or, in some cases, not even that.
As you’ll see on a soon-to-be friday special post.
„You don’t wanna know what’s on my left hand, cowboy.“
Certainly not a razor.
And certainly not a birthday card to Matilda (aka 11 year-old Natalie Portman). There’s no room for romance in this mustache. Only blood. Blood below the nose.
Fairy tales are real. Just look around and you might find your favorite character on the street. Mine, personally, was (and it always be) the Wicked Witch from the West. The way she melt... aaahhh, what would childhood be without that?
Unfortunately I’ve never bumped into her. But the Hunchback, my friends, I did.