Justin's legs are encased in the shiniest silver pants this side of the disco
ball. With every step, those pants catch the light and throw it back with a
dazzling display of disco glamour. Yeah, baby, he's turning heads and catching
rays all at once.
His upper half is a symphony of pink! If he wasn't wearing
that awesome Mormon-style t-shirt underneath, I imagine we'd see a thatch of
chest hair. The tie, a splash of bold color, adds a touch of sophistication to
the ensemble, baby.
But the pièce de résistance is the Carnaby Street jacket.
It's a riot of of stripes that collide in a glorious mishmash that only a true
hipster visionary like Justin could pull off. The jacket is tailored to
perfection, hugging his frame in all the right places and creating a magnificent
silhouette.
As Justin strikes poses in front of the mirror, we can imagine the
dance floor that awaits, and Justin is ready to hit it with moves that defy the
laws of physics. The tiki fabric on each side of the mirror creates an
atmosphere that's part tropical paradise, part swinging 2002 Seattle. The clash
of cultures somehow works, creating a scene that's utterly fabulous.
So there
you have it – Hipster Justin, the silver-pantsed, pink-shirted, Capitol Hill
sensation, grooving in the mirror of his tiki sanctuary. It's a scene, baby, an
extravaganza, where fashion knows no bounds and every pose is a celebration of
shagadelic cool. Yeah, baby, yeah!
