Guess he got tired of being compared to Mitch Kramer from Richard Linklater’s classic Dazed and Confused, which is fine and dandy, but why choose to emulate the style of one John Waters, avant-garde filmmaker and purveyor of thin mustaches?
Not that I have anything against Waters or his schlocky films, it’s just that if you’re going to start sporting a mustache, you gotta go for the gusto—ie. the Magnum P.I., the Geraldo, or the Freddy Mercury. Real men of mustaches, not that wispy little pencily thing I’m seeing above Lincecum’s upper lip.
Oh yeah, lose the scarf too…that just screams pretentious Abercrombie & Fitch pretty boy.
[H/T to SB Nation for the pic]