They all look like the same person to me, in different clothes and, presumably, beard-wigs.

I wonder what they do when they get caught in the rain, or take a shower, or swim.

Or eat, in the case of the imperial beard. Once the effect of the setting agent wears off, if I’m right in thinking it’s actually a moustache, growing entirely from his top lip, spooning food into his mouth through the hanging strands of hair must be a nightmare.