I was having lunch at a strip mall in Vauxhall, New Jersey the other week (I know, I've made some terrible life choices), when a magnificent gentleman illegally parks his car in front of me and changes my life:
That hooptie with the (non)paint job. That total disregard for the fire lane paint nearby.
That Hawaiian shirt. Those mandals.
Those shades. That goatee. Oh, those exquisite cargo pants.
This guy dresses exactly like a private investigator that lives near the ocean. Which is why he should have his own TV intro:
Now that I think about it, this isn't an EADJ Fashion Roundup at all. Ah, fuck it!