Mustaches of the Nineteenth Century

July 31, 2008

posted by Andrew Simone in fashion, history | * | 2 comments

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Sheila Ryan on July 31st, 2008 at 11:07 am

“My intent is not to shock or titillate, but merely to inform on the subject.”

Mission accomplished!
Amy Mabli on July 31st, 2008 at 11:40 am

Sweeeet.

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