So, around the time when I started my "Moustaches" photo collection, I was out at dinner with my boyfriend at a restaurant in Chinatown. When our fortune cookies arrived, he opened his, and what written on it? "Moustache." And not "mustache," like Americans spell it, but "moustache," like I learned to spell it in Canada. Coincidence? More like destiny!

In the Moustache Hunt photo essay.