Mustache Studies

I had been growing a beard for the sole purpose of shaving it into a mustache for halloween; I'd wanted to dress up as Gene Wilder from Young Frankenstein. After I realized that I wasn't going to do anything for halloween, like parties or trick-or-treating, I decided to shave it all off...for me it's kind of an itchy annoyance.

But, I didn't shave it all off at once, and tried a series of mustaches, much to my wife, Corrie's, chagrin. She was a good sport taking pictures...

The first I tried was part-Frank Zappa-part-dirty porn star. My soul patch wasn't large enough, evidenced here with a pair of pictures using a similar pose with Frank and myself.




I pulled another comparison shot (that wasn't quite as good as I'd hoped) with Doc Sportello, of whom only Norm probably knows.




Once I shaved off the offending downspouts, the lip-corner-framing hairs, what I had was a normal and respectable gentleman's mustache.



I tried to clean it up and messed it up, and then tried the "Chaplin", a 'stache that Hitler ruined for everyone except my old Chef at Vong, Pierre Schutz, who, as a Swiss-Frenchman, wore the "Chaplin" proudly as long as I knew him.

Then I went back to my clean-shaven self...