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Just any scraggly covering of the upper lip won't gain you full entry into London's Handlebar Club. The moustache in question must be "a hirsute appendage of the upper lip, with graspable extremities." Sprout such clutch-worthy growth, though, and you will be welcomed into this fellow hood of facial fuzz. (Good news for ZZ Top: Beardos are welcomed as "friends," just not official members.)

Even those unwilling, or unable, to cultivate exuberant whiskers or make it to the U.K. for the monthly meetings can still enjoy the mustachioed charms of the group's website. Wander through the gallery and say howdy to present and past club members. Peruse the FAQ page and uncover the answers to questions like "will a handlebar moustache suit me?" (yes) and "should I use a moustache curler?" (sure, but with caution).

Finally, delve into the picture archive, which goes back to the group's beginnings in 1947. Here, you will find such amusing lines as: "Passers-by stared in surprise at Brighton Station yesterday when five men with large moustaches stepped into a battered sports car and whirled away with their moustaches fluttering in the breeze."

With annual championships and a growing presence on photo-sharing sites like Flickr, the legion of magnificent moustaches appears to be on the rise. We reviewed the site back in 2002 for Picks. Recently, we emailed Steve Parsons, secretary of The Handlebar Club, to find out more about the group, its webpage, and life with a glorious 'stache... Read the full profile...

There is no truer proclamation of fandom than purchasing a spanking new jersey with your favorite player's name on the back. But these purchases are fraught with peril. A player can be traded at the whim of capricious management. A player can turn out to be a one-season sensation. Or a player can have his personal life take an unfortunate turn.

A commitment has been made. Do you store the jersey in a forgotten corner of your closet? Or do you stick with the jersey and wear it with pride?

The dudes behind Straight Cash Homey are hoping for the latter. Amir Blumenfeld and Ethan Trex are documenting unfortunate jersey choices on their humorous photo blog. Their mission is to turn "life into a random jersey scavenger hunt."

We giggled as we browsed through the site, and we knew we had to find out more about the men behind this mission. Amir and Ethan were nice enough to join us for a chat about undercover photography, awful jerseys, and crummy players forever immortalized on the backs of fans...

Hey guys, who hatched the idea for Straight Cash Homey?

Ethan: Amir. Next question. No, Amir had the idea to make it a blog, but we'd been playing around with the idea for a couple of years. We'd call each other when we saw a jersey that was funny.

Did you guys take pictures of jerseys and send them back and forth to each other?

Amir: Yeah, mostly camera-phone pictures. Then eventually real pictures.

Ethan: Our next plan is to advance to doing paintings and then shipping them to each other. Read the full profile...

A man's eyes may be the window to his soul, but his flip-flops say more about what he does during the day. With "The Shoe Project," Norwegian photographer and filmmaker Ellen Ugelstad presents a cheerful portrait series of San Francisco citizens and their footwear. Grandpa Collins dons gleaming white sneakers. Carpenter Bill laces on impressively worn work boots. And Ayu, a woodcut artist, slips lime green socks in to her patent leather Mary Janes. A self-described "superstudent" laughs while perfectly turned out in a Man of Steel T-shirt and platform suede boots, and a white-bearded nudist stands discretely in worn brown flip flops. Let those toes breathe some air.

While you're here, be sure to check out Ellen Ugelstad's other series. Her "Outside (in America)" chronology offers a quirky, fascinating view of the denizens, shop windows, and billboards of the U.S.A. "One View" presents abstracted, often light-suffused, images of ceilings, skies, and windows.