I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but apparently it’s all the rage in Chelsea to wear a big fruit suit! Indeed, just moments before seeing this fellow, I saw a woman with a similar figure squeezed into a pair of pants this very same color. She would have made wonderful fodder for the Glamour “Do’s and Don’ts” page, complete with the requisite black bar over her eyes to protect her identity.
I barred this fellow’s eyes because I think he could have done much better than the pair of sloppy beige pants and ordinary white sneakers he’s sporting here. Come on. This is New York. You’re in Chelsea. What were you thinking, son?
P.S. Note the iced coffee grasped in another onlooker’s hand!