Apparently, it all started with the multi-colored paint splattered tuxedo shirt. He purchased that shirt, along with the red tie and cummerbund and blue suspenders (“they all matched the paint spatters in the shirt. It was a set,” he told me) at a local tux shop for his girlfriend’s junior prom. She insisted he wear an actual tuxedo (they went todifferent schools), so he wore his “set” of shirt, tie and cummerbund to her junior prom.
When it was time for his prom, he said he never considered renting a tux again “because that’s what everyone else was doing.” Instead he raided the costume closet of his high school’s drama club (with the teacher’s blessing) where he found the white jacket.
We had a bit of an argument about the pants.
Me: “So why did you decide to wear capris?”
Him: “They weren’t capris. They were long shorts that came down below the knee. They were clamdiggers. They had little pieces of velcrothat fastened under the knee.”
Me: “So they were knickers?”
Him: “They were long shorts. Clamdiggers.”
They were knickers. And he was showing a lot of leg, so he decided to pair them with the blue socks (“the socks matched the suspenders”) and the black chucks.
What could I possibly add to that? I don’t even have categories for this. Crew cut? Paint-splattered shirt? White conductor’s jacket? Capri pants? Chucks?
This fine young man is in a class by himself.