"So, what would you say you were going for with this look?"
"Quite simple, 'What if the Red Baron were a lime in a bowler hat?'"
It appears everybody else remembered their cotton candy wigs, sir!
Sorry, no chimney-sweeps here!
From high atop his steed of swag, the neo-funk prophet rides throughout the land, spreading the word of fly to all peoples.
I mean really, this is some bush-league behavior we're seeing here.
Take me to your stylists.
The way we're dressing ourselves, you'd think there's a pants shortage in the United States...