That and Are We Human? Or Are We Dancer? are the two most impossible question sequences in the history of civilation*

* Song lyric credit to The Killers.  Killer stache credit to Ed.

Kaan, pictured to the left with the sweet almost handlebar stache, has everything you could possibly want in a Stachist.  First and foremost, he has a mustache.  That is necessary.  But there is more.  His email handle is simply 12Dangerous, which, we have to assume is 12 times more dangerous than the fool whose email is just Dangerous.

Our challenge to Kaan is to extend the handlebar to a length that he can miraculously have the tips reach through his hoop earrings.  If he sends back a picture of that, we will have no problem crowning him “Stache of the Year.”

Oh, and check out his website: http://www.anadolufilm.com/.  It’s not in English, but the Stache speaks all languages.

That’s right, Vusa. Ukrainian for mustache. Vitaly is from Kiev and he takes photos of himself in addition to other things.

He’s got the whole shebang: blue blockers, earring, tatoos, camera-in-hand and a stache.

What is a man?  A man is a wifebeater underneath a plaid shirt, with salt and pepper chest hair poking out.  A man is a grimacing, somewhat scary look, posed to appear as if he is above you (in my easily intimidated mind at least).  A man is one helluva a mustache.  And in this case, man is someone who is a vision of all three of the aforementioned qualities, Sam Gregory.

This picture reminds me of watching “Unsolved Mysteries” growing up and having dangerous suspects portrayed by guys who look a lot like Sam.

We salute you on this Sunday, Mr. Gregory.  And I do say Mr. out of respect.  And fear.

Just days after we celebrated Frida’s birthday, reader (and new love of my life) Jenny Anne submitted a picture full of awewsome cranial accessories.  Perched atop her dome is a kickass fedora, on her nose sit stylish spectacles, and on her upper lip the clincher: a perfectly symmetrical, definitely real*, handlebar. 

In the picture, she is taking a break from Stachist to read the New York Times.  Which is a little more consistent in its output of content.

* I may have slightly exaggerated authenticity of Jenny Anne’s stache.

Sure they shave their legs, but bikers make up for this feminine practice by rarely shaving their faces, as is the case with the subject of our most recent stache submission, Tim. Tim is an avid mountain biker in Pennsylvania. His parabola-shaped stache is all waxed up and ready to race.

If you think you have a comparable, if not better, mustache, then please submit your stache!

Annette recently submitted this picture of her husband’s ambitious sideburn-mustache combo.  In her submission, she included a link to her blog, Neon Polish.  While it is likely that the name of it refers to a neon shade of nail polish, I prefer to think that it is about a citizen of Poland who, for some unknown reason, glows a neon shade of yellow.

Anyway, Annette’s husband Derek is presumably that neon Polish chap, and the reason he is illuminated is because he has the human highlighter grown above his lip.  While it may not have sprouted neon hairs, the aura of Derek’s stache is nothing if not glowing.

This week’s stache comes from a reader who calls himself “Big Daddy.” Or could that be the name of his stache? Either way his boxcar-style mustache together with the vest and tie ensemble convey and air authority that only a father can command.

On a side note, I must say that the quality of the staches in our mailbox is getting better every week. Please keep ‘em coming! If you’d like to see your mustache featured on stachist.com, you may upload your photo here.

Nigel Barris is a man of his word.  On April 10th, commenting on our brilliant post about DIY Sweatpant Staches, he was so inspired by the pants that he pondered growing a stache in order to submit his to us.  Just over two weeks later, on April 26th, we received the picture to the left.

Nigel has an MTV Stache.   That is, he could easily be a white rapper or skateboarder.  On the wall behind him, drawings of Bob Marley and a seductively posed woman hang.  If you listen closely, you can hear Miike Snow’s newest album in the background.

I want to hang out with Nigel.  But most of all, I want to thank him.  For promising, and delivering, a stache.