….As for the picture itself, well, il n’y a pas de quoi fouetter un chat.Office-lighting is never flattering. But it is not the picture we are judging, it is the mustache. And while Mr. Reeves-McMillan is clearly not impressed with his modern surroundings, the question is, might that ‘stache, in another, steampunky context, be appropriate? What if it was not upon the bored and beyond-it all Mr. Reeves-McMillan, but a daring revolutionary in an industrial-era city, molatov cocktail in one hand, aether-powered raygun in the other?
In short, does that mustache dream of steam-powered sheep?
I make my own fun. Sometimes I post it on a blog you can follow.
On the subject of steampunk, I will be attending Watch The Skies tomorrow with luminaries who are both punk and steamy: Tee Morris and Pip Ballantine of The Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences, Sarah Hunter of Brute Force Studios, and Steve Walker, my partner in steampunk graphic noveldom.
If you can come, you should.