More from the Sartorialist’s trip to ND.

Like I was [1] saying to Priya, I’ve been trying to predict which uniquely desi spins on fashion The Sartorialist will feature on his influential blog as he traipses through New Delhi. Turns out I was right on one crucial front — my conviction that the Sartorialist couldn’t resist the throwback élan of an old-school subcontinental ’stache.

Though [2] this gentleman isn’t rocking the Rajasthani jobi-square I so pithily anticipated back in Priya’s earlier Nirali post, his mustache is definitely everything I hoped Mr. Schuman would notice. Feast your eyes on it, readers. Them is some luscious vibrissae, oh yes them is!

I can only hope that the man in question knows what a gifty crop he’s got growing … that he fertilizes it shiny and well with copious amounts of [3] Parachute (or, as I call it, India’s Dapper Dan) … and that he sedately runs his fingers through it like [4] Kattabomman when solving affairs of state or heart. You can totally tell just by looking at him that he’s got to do both in a day’s work. Love it.