“Newman, with his clipped mustache and his whiskey-coated growl and his steely self-assurance, is an aristocrat of sleaze.”

La Moustache, the film. The Mustache, by Guy de Maupassant. Moustache Me, the upper lip underground, for all your fake moustaching needs. The greatest of all bearding and moustaching, in one neat package. Call thy i-pod case? Apparently. As most of my readers over at Pulp and Circumstance already know, I have a sick love-hateContinue reading ““Newman, with his clipped mustache and his whiskey-coated growl and his steely self-assurance, is an aristocrat of sleaze.””