He was sitting at the top, recovering in the shade, in earshot of the scavenging flies, when a slender, middle-aged black man walked by, dressed in a leather jacket and a leather cap.
Tom Ford, a man who knows a thing or two about what makes clothes sexy, used the sweater-girl iconography to subversive effect in his film A Single Man, by dressing the young Nicholas Hoult in a white mohair boat-neck sweater.
But one day last week I was standing on Commercial Street, the town's main thoroughfare, when — I am not exaggerating — a dozen men walked by dressed in those puffy pleat-pocket Abercrombie & Fitch cargo shorts, scuffed-up baseball hats and tight-fitting tank tops with blocky, meaningless team numbers on the fronts and backs.
A schoolboy has decided to raise money for a men's health charity by dressing up as a different moustachioed famous face every day for a month.
Last year the company gatecrashed the Brit awards by dressing two men up as Daft Punk.
For a man who eluded the law by dressing as a woman and pretending to be mute, the mundane nature of his capture seemed out of character.
The opposition ran a hideous but enormously effective attack campaign warning people that their daughters would be molested by men dressing as women in public rest rooms.
At a military-themed park named Stalin Line, there is a new statue of Stalin, and World War II battles are reenacted by men dressed in Soviet and Nazi uniforms.
The attack, carried out by men dressed as city police officers, is widely believed to have been ordered by famed prohibition-era gangster Al Capone.
And it is true that on a Friday night at Nopa the communal table can sometimes seem populated by men dressed to mow your lawn.
