A Pure Form of Male Brand Whore [A case of fashion disaster.]

I saw this guy on the train one morning and I can’t help but stare. No, he is not good looking, neither is he cute or hunky. He is a living fashion disaster emanating this pure undefined form of male brand whore. I must first clarify that I won’t call myself a fashionista, but you don’t need a fashionista to critic his dressing.

Where should I start? Probably from the obvious. Who on earth carries 2 coin purses? (Ok. Breathe. In. Out) And freaking hang them on himself as though Christmas will come early because of his sacrifices made?! And AND, who on earth will plaster himself with the offensive Louis Vuitton monogram all over like a SPF 50 sunblock lotion?

Second, tell me why anybody would want to wear that plastic-ky shirt over another t-shirt and roll up his shorts at the same time! To make matters worse! Why would any guy wear those satin-ribbons sandals? Ok. Maybe guys are finally revealing their desire for more varied foot wear. BUT STILL…

I am not evil. Not exactly. Cause if I am. I would have taken a photo with his face. AH.

He. He actually heavily gelled up his hair into a Barbie’s Ex-BF Ken like manner and wore this oversized retro plastic spectacle.

Sigh. Enough of ranting. I must say, he is definitely an entertaining character. HAH.