Dad (with his eternally epic mo) and my late mother circa the late 1970s.
xoxo Kasia (confessionality)
My Dad and his snowmo-mo.
In honour of Paul Haines, who left this life far too soon. See you in my dreams, Daddy.
My Dad’s handlebar mustache!
Me, my mom, my dad, and his ‘stache.
Grainy as hell, but clear as day that’s how I remember the da’ of my childhood the best: 80s, aviators, the beach and a big ol’ smile … the latter, of course, buried under a supah-fine mo’.
Also available in technicolour!
There are no words…only moustache envy.