Here we see my main man Meauregard as the very embodiment of Sartorial Decadence lensed just off Portabello, casually enjoying the sunshine and the smugness of a cutprice purchase - new Penfield shorts draped nonchalantly over the right shoulder.
The crux of the snap is undoubtedly his 15 year old Pickett slippers - handmedowns from the sartorialist in residence Old Man Gerrish - completing the seamless look and imbuing Matt with a serene laisser-faire 'tude by no means unnoticed by the plethora of honeyz on parade beneath the afternoon's sunrays.
Call the doctor! That's some ill shit pops.
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