Fifi Racer

Check out my commando-girl's credo here: www.FifiRacer.blogspot.com. She's sweet and soft on the outside but pure warrior underneath.

Bullet-proof

Nothing is sexier than the sound of a cop ripping off his bullet-proof vest...

Bookended by Moustaches

My day was bookended by two amazing mustaches.

On the way to work, just as I came up from the subway an elderly, portly man in a plaid sportscoat passed by me. He walked with a cane, but upright and proud. His hair was silver and his moustache was jet black.

Such vanity. Such joyous audacity.

I was happy to have that image as my comical mantra for the day as it set in motion a day released from some nagging concerns, but I received an extra treat on the way home. On the L at Eighth Avenue the most dapper man outside of a British film is sitting across from me. He has a giant carpetbag - truly a bag made of carpet, olden-style - between his shiny wingtips in which he is depositing a Time Out New York guide. He looks like he may be in his early 40’s. He is wearing a black raincoat with a plaid sportscoat underneath. And he is sporting a dapper, robust mustache that curls up on the ends.

Such unabashed tidiness. Such exquisite details. Such a tiny amount of wax.

My question is: Do moustaches attract plaid or does plaid require moustaches?

(Graphic from Stachist.com)