Normally I’m a fan of the layered look. If nothing else, it belies a certain amount of pragmatism, which in the high gloss world of fashion, is a rare and precious commodity.
That said, this fellow could use another layer, ideally one manufactured by London Fog – something long enough to cover up that frumpy oversized white polo and gray undershirt, which somehow, miraculously, outlines his nipples – something that the layered look is designed to diminish.
It’s morning. It’s chilly. I get it. He seems pissed about it too. Either that or his bus is late. The lanyard keychain and sunglasses tucked into his collar suggest that he is proud of the shape of his ass and doesn’t want it ruined by unsightly pocket bulges. I would interpret that as a sign of vanity were it not for the break in his trousers. Correction: His trousers aren’t breaking; they are broke. It looks, in fact, like they are tucked into his socks or something. Wrong. He is a bicyclist. He is not a paratrooper. He is not screaming “Geronimo!” and diving into the blue abyss.
And then there are those REO Speedwagon roadie shoes. You know, the comfortable sneaker style black shoes you wear when the job description specifies that you must wear black shoes – sort of the equivalent of nursing shoes, only in black. Your employer would like to see you in a pair of Johnston and Murphys. Fat chance of that at these wages. Time for me to fly.
LuvDoc Fashion Index: 6.5 (admit it, he’s ready for a variety of scenarios, as long as they don’t require looking good)
This article appears in June 29 • 2012.
