Yesterday my man and I headed down to Islington to get his whiskers clipped at a barber shop called Sharps. This led to quite a long conversation about beards, naturally over a few beers.
You may have noticed there are a lot of them around of late and a great many styles going – bushy and big, sharp and streamlined, unruly or ironic. With the exception of the moustache-less Abraham Lincoln variety perhaps best to be avoided, I can conclude that I’m in favour of a bristle or two.
I’m told they’re practical in as much as they keep a man’s face warm and let’s be honest, the lazy man’s secret weapon. Personally I think they make an excellent accessory – in some cases a bit like a feature wall in an otherwise bland room.
A beard brings a lot to the party. It can sit comfortably in a three-piece suit (as we’ve seen with the influx of follically-endowed models parading down recent catwalks) and works equally well stripped down to just a swagger and not much else. You get the point – I like a man with a beard.
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