The jacket, that is.

They both look clueless to me.

The leather pompadour is hunted for its hair...and it's jacket.

On Saturdays they all hang out behind J. Crew and do lines of granola off the back of New Yorker magazines.

"I'm just broadcasting the fact that even if I do suffer a case of erectile dysfunction from time to time, I have ample supplies with which to remedy such a situation. Please do not let the thought of erectile dysfunction diminish the likelihood of you sexing me."