“Since I don’t smoke, I decided to grow a mustache – it is better for the health. However, I always carried a jewel-studded cigarette case in which, instead of tobacco, were carefully placed several mustaches, Adolphe Menjou style. I offered them politely to my friends: “Mustache? Mustache? Mustache? “Nobody dared to touch them. This was my test regarding the sacred aspect of mustaches.” Philippe Halsman,Dalí’s Mustache
“I’ve rarely sunk to the level of dressing in civilian clothes. I always go in Dalí uniform.” Salvador Dalí, Diary of a Genius.
“As soon as possible, I wanted to make myself look unusual, to compose a masterpiece in my head.” Salvador Dalí, Secret Life.
Many marvelous and inspirational uses of this mustache are shown in this book. But every day I find new ones. This very morning, and just at the moment of not shaving myself, I discovered that my mustache can serve as an ultra-personal brush. With the point of its hair, I can paint a fly with all the details of his hair.
One of the Uber-self stylists of all time, always on, always outrageous. Dalí owns the notion of provocateur. Who else would say, “I don’t do drugs; I am drugs?” I love the Irving Penn photograph, one of several in his “Corner portrait” series of a variety of persons–cultural icons, socialites, and South American Indians. There are many photos of Dalí in more flamboyant garb, but I prefer photos of the younger Dalí, before he became a caricature of himself.