How you dress as you get older has been a topic between my friends and I for a while now. If you're a girl it's easier because you've got a far better selection of clothes but if you're a bloke you're basically fucked once you reach about 45 until you reach pensionable age at 65 when you can start wearing tea cosies, Spaghetti Western ponchos, earthtone coloured kecks, jumpers that look like they're made out of various household pets and orthopedic crocs. The 20 years inbetween are generally a fashion disaster for 99% of men unless, that is, you're this guy.
Yes - he could do with losing a bit of weight, some type of polo shirt would be preferable to the checked-shirt and cargo shorts are only ever acceptable if they're camo but, damnit, let's not let these 3 slight niggles detract from the fact that my man here is one fly motherfucker. The lemon-with-baby blue contrast of the jacket and shorts is so neccessary and you just know he has a closet full of slacks and sweaters in similar pastel colours. Look at how he strides mid street arm-and-arm with wifey (who has a pretty nice plump arse, it has to be said) like he's Moses parting the red sea. Like a catwalk model in Milan he's the centre of attention and the peasants can only gawk in wonder at his ensemble.
Obviously, i'd complete the ensemble with a Kangol 504 flatcap and some type of slip on deck-shoe in matching colours but this is a glimmer of hope for my future and your future. In 15 to 20 years time every early-to-mid 30 something male should aspire to be as dapper and fly as this chap. Martorial elegance rating : 4/5.