We proles came slightly under the influence of older art and design students around the age of eighteen. France became interesting, as did - to others more than me - Tom Waits and that rather sleazy, beat-up style of his. Goatees might have been considered. Camus became the miserable bugger of choice, and I walked around for a month or two with an untipped Gitane stuck to my bottom lip; scowling surlily in the hope that some young woman might take pity on me and mother me. None did.
The Outsider, for sure... great book! You're talking about the late 70s here... "Killing An Arab" by The Cure in the charts?
never got to like black tobacco or filterless cigarettes, although I've tried...
My Van Dyke (as opposed to a goatee) had to go recently.
It was as gray as a badger and put years on me.
Plus, the current Mrs. Beatnik was never keen...