Little Richard throwin out some high pitched ooohs and discussing the genius of Jimi Hendrix, which apparently makes his “big toe shoot straight out of his boot.” God bless Little Richard and his thinly veiled sexual aphorisms. Watch out for the jab Little Richard gives to Hendrix that “he don’t mind lookin freaky, just like I don’t, cause I’ve been doing it for longer.”
Franco contemplating the import of the situation of the 'stache in "Milk," as foregrounded in the NY Times
Moira of Sawdust and Diamonds shared an interesting tidbit with me, which is, the article “Inching Its Way Back Onto the Lip,” in the NY times.
I have been pondering the seemingly rapid ascension of the mustache within the contemporary visual landscape of late. While I agree that James Franco’s ’stache is, indeed, as Moira pointed out, a charming homage, I worry about the questionable re-emergence of the mustache into popular culture and onto the faces of obviously and specifically dreamy celebs. (Read: Brad Pitt growing a mustache for the filming of Tarantino’s new World War II film, “Inglourious Basterds,” and ostentatiously flaunting it for the paparazzi over the holidays LONG after filming was completed.)
Pitt and Clooney sporting their own veritable mustache friendship bracelets
Will the genre become deluged with a glut of talent? Will its inherent magesty and power be diluted by the sheer number of portals and icons floating around the akashic consciousness? Are we among the time of dark wizards, who mock and imitate fallen comrades of the past in their vapid illusions? Am I lost in a hall of mirrors? Are these mere reflections of reflections of long lost souls of mustaches, or are they real?
Am I an asshole for wanting to abandon the ’stache ’cause its popular? Am I THAT asshole that is all, “oh I liked that mustaches back in ‘02 when they were an indie band and put out their own records, they totally suck now.”
Nej, niet, no dear stache, I shall never abandon ye- shine your light of glory! Let your growing vitality and strength be a signal of your prowess to one day magnanimously ascend to only the highest mountains in the highest clouds where the gods of the earth and sorceresses of all time reside!
Inspecting the competition.
Smugly acknowledging his fine 'stache.
Today I was going to pull a picture of Inigo Montoya from Princess Bride as my mustache-crush of the week. However, while searching for an image, I realized that while Montoya has an excellently well proportioned pyramidal Chevron-style mustache nicely situated on his upper lip I actually had to stop and do a double take on Wesley’s pencil-thin painter’s brush. “Meek,” perhaps some would say in the face of Montoya’s shapely facial furniture. However, there is something eloquent and dignified about Wesley’s tache, a facial hair haiku if you will. “Adolescent,” others would deride. And, pitted against Montoya’s fine stache and velvety thatch of brambly chest hair, Wesley’s bare-chested, conceptual stache does intially seem far inferior.
But… I think this may come down to a matter of taste–sort of like, did you like the hot longhair elf Legolas, or the husky bearded human Aragorn in LOTR? (By the way, I shamefully couldn’t remember his name, so my google search was: “Hot, Human, Not Elf, Beard” and surprisingly it worked!) I don’t know, what do you guys think?
