Monday, April 14, 2008

Don't mention the war

I have realized that my ideal haircut is very similar if not identical to those favored by Germans around, oh, say, 1941. It's difficult to relay this image to the all-Jewish barbershop I go to on 44th Street. I would imagine that "I would like the SS officer, please" would swiftly mutate the normal clip-clip motion of the scissors to more of a stab-stab stroke somewhere around my temple.

They say clothes make the man, but does that idea extend to the haircut? I'll keep you posted if I happen upon any notions of a national socialist party.

5 comments:

mugwatch said...

Oh man . . .

mugwatch said...

Any chance you could come out looking like Mr. Fiennes, too? I kid . . . kinda . . .

mugwatch said...

Seriously. Kidding. Heart heart heart.

Hackett said...

Zell! Zellll!!!! Weiß Engel!!!

jason said...

Where did you find that picture of me? I swore I had all the copies destroyed!