Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The Moustache Artist strikes again, leaving another present for me!

As I blogged last night, I didn't even notice that the newest 'moustache' at Vernon-Jackson was addressed to yours truly until I got home and uploaded the photo. And as I mentioned in that post, I wanted to get a photo of me *with* the poster this morning. Alas, that was not meant to be. So I just took a quick close up of it before getting on the train-

Close up of the poster I blogged about last night

While at work, I found out about a sale not to be missed at Banana Republic (trust me, this is integral to the story, just keep reading), but the thing was I had to go there tonight in order to take advantage of it. While the one outside of Grand Central is the most convenient, they don't carry petites. So that meant I had to go to my favorite one - the one in Rockefeller Center - after work tonight.

I accomplished my mission while I was there. I bought (are you ready for this? I hope none of my WW blog readers are over here because it will spoil the surprise) pants. Yes, PANTS. As in those things you step into one at a time that cover each leg from waist to ankle. (I.E. Not a skirt or dress, which have dominated my wardrobe since I was 14.) Actual freaking PANTS! Don't believe me? Well, look at this!

Wow. Pants.
I'm the proud recipient of these pants.

After some deliberating, I bought them.

I ended up buying the three pairs shown above. And I swear there is a point to all of this besides me once again gratuitously showing off how good I look. Ahem...

I left Banana and headed to the subway to get home. From the Rockefeller stop, I would normally have taken the V/M uptown and over to Court Square, Queens and switched to the G. However, I wanted to get a photo with my subway poster since I didn't have time this morning. Therefore, I made a point to take the V/M back downtown one stop to Grand Central, taking the 7 Train to Vernon Jackson - just so I could get those photos. (see, I told you there was a point to the Banana story! I was so determined to get those photos I changed my route home! Just for my blog and you, Moustache Artist!)

I exited at Vernon Jackson and as I walked up the platform, of course I checked for any new posters/new moustaches. I saw the same ones I had photographed last week: 'Drop Dead Diva' girl, 'Get Him to the Greek' guy, and this actual mustached man -

real stache

But something had changed since I last photographed that poster. And I don't know if this was here yesterday and I didn't see it, or if this appeared today. But tonight, I noticed it immediately! 

This is one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me

OMFG. For realz. He was so excited, he forgot to cross the "T" in moustache! (Inexplicably, he also gave the man in the poster eyeliner, which is fine - just an observation.)

Armed with a red pen I brought home from work specifically for this purpose, I wrote him back a note:

I <3 you too, Moustache Man!

and asked a random passer by to get a photo of me:

Moustache Man left me another present!!

Look at that ridiculous smile on my face. I was so excited! Super surprised and elated!

From there I exited, crossed the street, went down the stairs and swiped my MetroCard to complete my original quest: getting a photo of me with the poster on the Manhattan side:

Look! It's me and my moustached subway poster!

Crazy angles = good times

Now, I swear, I have NO IDEA who this artist is and (since some of you asked) it's not me! I'm not nearly that clever OR self absorbed, thank you very much (close, but not quite). So I have no idea who has been doing this. I am more inclined to think they are male now, since they wrote "Moustache Man" but that could have been specific to throw me off. Anything is possible. I'm guessing it someone that lives in LIC near that stop, but maybe they just go through there every day like I do. I don't know! The only thing I do know is this person has a beautiful penmanship and excellent sense of symmetry. Not to mention, their curly-ques are outstanding!

I must admit, I am really looking forward to whatever happens next. Maybe there will be something new waiting for me tomorrow. Maybe I will see the artist in action at some point. Maybe it's someone I know. Or maybe I will never see another 'moustache' and it will remain an unsolved mystery until the day I die. One thing is for certain: I love New York City and this is just one tiny example of how magical and awesome something as mundane as commuting can be.

Thank you again, Moustache Man. You made me giddy! :D

*Bitch Cakes*

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Thank you, Moustache Artist!

You may recall that I recently blogged about the mysterious Moustache Artist. And I'm sure it's no surprise that I continue to be on the hunt for new moustaches (even at other subway stations) because I love them so much.

This morning was totally normal - I caught the B62 with my usual driver and arrived in Vernon-Jackson without incident. A 7 Train was pulling in as I entered the turnstile, and while I normally like to get as far up on the platform as possible, I walked slower than usual, checking for new subway posters and new 'moustaches' along the way.

I immediately noticed a young man taking a photo of the subway poster with the little kid with the moustache. I already have that one, of course, but it was nice to see other people appreciate the work. Then, right next to it, I noticed a new poster - and the woman in poster had a 'moustache'. With the 7 Train already in the station, I quickly snapped a photo of the poster - literally with only a second to spare - and then turned around to board the 7 Train.

I never inspected the photo any further. That is, until right now...

I just downloaded today's photos and am quickly looking through them to decide what to upload tonight. And that's when I saw it. Something so incredible that in my excitement I startled my cat - Something I didn't notice in my haste this morning.

Look at this!!

The Moustache Artist left me a present!!!

Holy. Effing. Crap! Did you see that? Did you SEE THAT?! There's a BitchCakes moustache!!! I didn't even look at the guy in the poster this morning when I snapped the photo or I would have squealed in the subway station! I hope it's still there tomorrow because I want a photo *with* it, even if I miss a 7 Train because of it.

That is so freaking awesome, I can't stand it! (And in case my readers are wondering: No, I have NO IDEA who the artist is!!)

Thank you, Moustache Artist! It's an honor to be featured in your work and I'm so glad you found my blog! You rule!!! Keep up the great work!

*Bitch Cakes*

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

An Open Letter to the Moustache Artist of Vernon-Jackson

Dear Moustache* Artist,

From the first morning I encountered one of your pieces of modified subway art on the Manhattan bound Vernon-Jackson platform of the 7 Train, I was smitten. It was such a simple modification to a poster, but so fun and clever. I loved it so much, I had to take a photo of it:


Just a few days later, I was thrilled to find more!

the mustache artist strikes again! 

(Ironically, those Italian women likely spend a good deal of time ridding themselves of unwanted facial hair... not that I would... *cough* know what that's like *cough*...)

Heck, even Jennifer Lopez wasn't safe!

Even Jennifer Lopez isn't safe!

Since then I have seen quite a few more of your works, all at Vernon-Jackson, and on both sides of the platform. Here are some I captured one night coming home, on the Queens bound side:

I noticed the other 2 members of that poster were already 'stached, so your pen did not meet their upper lips:

And I am guessing that is the same reason you left this poster alone:

Although this has not been going on very long, I must admit that I get excited when new posters go up, because I keep hoping to see new 'moustaches'. And this week, you did not disappoint me, even moustaching a little kid!

and a dorky college student:

Finally, I know this is going to sound weird, but I dreamt about you. That's right, you left such an impression on me that you invaded my subconscious. In my dream, I met you. And sure enough, you had the beautiful scripted "moustache" written across your upper lip (that's how I knew it was you). Aside from that, you looked like my favorite employee at B's Bikes, Andre, but in my dream it was you: The Moustache Artist.

Now, you may or may not be Andre, or look like Andre or even be male for that matter (I am making quite a sexist assumption here, I realize), but I think whomever you are and whatever you look like, you're pretty fantastic regardless. Thank you for brightening my commute and giving me something to look forward to each morning and night.

Keep up the great work! I'll be on the lookout for more moustaches. And perhaps yourself.

*Bitch Cakes*

*I spelled "Moustache" that way for you, since that is your preferred spelling. I usually keep with the traditional "mustache" myself...