No, not like Andrew “Stuffed Shorts” Weiner. I mean literally, as in the picture below, taken while walking across the Manhattan Bridge.
A guy on a bike, who I later learned was Blake Ribbey (Capture Flow photography), came riding up to me, whipped out an enormous camera and asked could he take my Polaroid. Yes, Polaroid. He said he buys the film from somewhere overseas. He snapped two photos and sent me this one (which I resized to fit the screen; the original is just as blurry as this). He invited me to stop by his studio and be put on video. I told him I don’t do nudity—I have my future career in politics to consider.
What is indicated here is how not to wear pants. As Jeeves might have said to me, “One aims for a slight break of the crease at the top of the shoe. This, you have not achieved.” Instead, I look like a Vaudeville baggy-pants comedian. All that is missing is the over-sized bow-tie.
(I have plenty of jokes: A drunk was in front of a judge. The judge says, “You’ve been brought here for drinking.” The drunk says, “I’ll have a scotch!”)
The problem (with the pants, not the joke) began with the not-so-suspenders, which were advertised for the “Big & Tall”, but which evidently meant for the “Fat.” The clasps are near the top of my shoulders and they slip. But they are brown and they match the linen suiting. Obviously, as I did here, I became lazy and failed to hike them back up.
The lesson is, of course, not to be lazy because you never know when somebody will insist on taking a Polaroid of you, thus immortalizing your sloppiness.
A more minor error is the lack of the shirt sleeve peeking through the jacket sleeve. Anything from 1/4 – 1/2″ is fine and serves to frame the upper body. It also better demarcates the end of the jacket. If you’re in doubt of this, try it yourself in front of a mirror.