I love a man with his own sense of style...someone not afraid to roll the fashion dice and risk a loss or big win. Take this gent here: gold jacket with billowy sleeves, checkered pants, blue booties and a basket of arrows at the ready. Be still my heart. And don't even get me started on that up-do or the matching beard, moustache and eyebrow in sophisticated grey. I am a tad concerned about the sallow complexion though....perhaps my new fashion plate and I need to spend some time poolside or by the shore?