Enjoyed an evening of psalm singing, pipe smoking, and beer drinking with the church this past weekend. Only pulled out the camera once.
|That is the correct cap, sir.|
Wow. I feel a little sorry for Craig Sager, especially because I actually think he looks fantastaliciously awesome. I mean, seriously, an outfit like that comes with a little extra bagginess in the shorts to accommodate the cojones it would take to wear it. I can only admire. Pink jacket, striped shirt, polka dot tie, two different colors in the kerchief, red slacks, red socks, red leather shoes. So good. But I also enjoy K.G. sending Sager up.
Rubbing a little salt in the wound, the camera goes back to the TNT Four back in studio, and Kenny “The Jet” Smith is lookin’ good (although his sweater vest is a bit baggy).
Thanks to Rich Gall, who used to blog with me back when this thing was The High Post.
Those rugby-playing New Zealanders continue to impress with their old-school-new-school mustaches. I posted a photo of Andy Ellis’ fantastic ‘stache a couple of weeks back, and my New Zealand traffic blew up by 7000%. That is to say, it appears I now have three or four regular NZ readers. So let’s keep the theme up!
Here’s Stephen Donald, fly-half for the Chiefs, kicking against the Highlanders this past weekend.
En serio? Demeter Fragrance has a pipe-scented scent! According to them, it, like all their scents, “is not the thing itself but a very particular experience of it.”
I’d love to get hold of some customer reviews and see what people have to say about the scent. Do the ladies think it’s oh-so-hot. According to the wife, I may not buy it. The word is “No. You already smell like a pipe.” And I do, all the time. Still, I suppose it could come in handy for those who desire to smell classy but don’t have the time or ability to engage in this the classiest of hobbies.
In Portuguese bow ties are called “butterfly ties”. Here is an excellent example of a bow tie brightening up a dreary day. Here is the South, one actually encounters bow ties on the street. Being in customer service, I probably see half a dozen a week (which feels like a lot to me, let me know if you’ve got that beat).
Waxed mustaches of today and yesterday.
|John Axford of the 2011 Brewers.|
|Rollie Fingers in the ’80s.|
|From I Made You A Beard.|
|Truly old school.|
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This is guest post from the recently featured FPS, J.J. Alvarez:
Barbering is the only job that satisfies me. Being able to give a good gent a trim, cut, touch-up, fade, beard trim, stylize facial hair (friendly mutton chops, handlebar mustaches, sideburns) gives me the artistic outlet that for many years I yearned for. I have been perfecting my craft for about 5 years now, and of course learned from my Father, who learned from his Father. Though as a youth when neither felt up to giving me a cut (which was usually a crew cut) my Grandfather would take me to Joe’s barber shop, which was and still is a barber shop done in the old ways.
There at the shop you still see older gentlemen cutting hair with white jackets and black slacks accompanied by a pair of black dress shoes, most wear glasses and get the occasional deaf ear but have yet to fail when it comes to a good trim.
I’d have to say that Joe’s barber shop and my grandfather were the main inspirations, but I promised myself if I cut hair it was going to be the way my forefathers did it. So armed with a good set of clippers, sharp scissors, a good comb and a steady hand I started testing out what I had on my brothers and uncles. I was eager and excited, but kept a very professional stoic face. In the years to come I sought professional apprenticeships, obtained my barber’s licence and became proficient in shaving not only myself but others with a straight razor, learning how to properly care for my tools, how to shop for good clippers, and how to buy a good strope to sharpen blades, the proper way to clean my tools and of course how to carry myself as a Barber.
I love what I do, and though I wear my hair short (mainly due to the fact I always wear scally caps) I am able to give any man the desired cut he wants, or give him a good clean shave using the best lathering soap and well sharpened blade, or shave the mountain man beard into a finely waxed mustache, sideburns combo. Whatever the order is I can fill it, as of right now I am Barbering out of my house (which has the already vintage feel of a good ol’ fashioned barber shop) and keep prices set to the working man’s value, $7 for a cut, $5 for a trim $7 to cut and style facial hair, and never charge to help one maintain a mustache, as a longtime member of the Handlebar Mustache Club its my civil duty to help fellow handlebar wearers, and of course kids cuts are free.
And by request I offer the best Irish coffee while you get trimmed or wait, and no cut is started until I get a moment with my pipe and a rich bowl of Royal Viking!
The Tipsy Texan’s Year In Review post from 2010 includes this fantastic example of Southern style.