Mustache...

For almost ten years for handsome man was baby-faced with an occasional bout of lazy-scruff. (see picture above, ignore the split lip that was a 'present' from a friend over a kiss from a member from Ladytron, another story for another day)

Since March he has taken it upon himself to grow a mustache. At first it came in rather meek and feeble. Itching like crazy and like he had a dirty upper lip. As the weeks progressed it turned into an angry caterpillar, growing gradually and with ferocity. As seen below...


Save your judging about the smoking for someone else...this is all about a mustache adventure for right now. So yes as you can see the angry caterpillar started its creep outwards to finally become...
That.
Yes I know its a little creepy but it was done for the purposes of humor with some old man glasses I bought for another photo shoot. Tony and his mustache have become two separate entities. More obvious when drinking copious amounts of Pabst and discussing 'mustache friendly foods'.



As much as it is a 'facial fad', it is really growing on me. His confidence has skyrocketed. Men and women alike have come up to him to compliment him on 'his amazing face growth' or 'wicked 'stache man!'. His mustache also has helped considerably in certain 'hipster' establishments(stronger drinks). I actually giggle more when I look at him. I feel like I have a whole new man for me to enjoy. Someone who feels happy with his appearance and takes pride in his 'wicked handlebar face accessory'.

Last but not least...the fact that it tickles. Pow!

~Steffaree