I'm not sure what to think about* this rather multi-culti ensemble being modelled by our own dear Mr. Upen Patel. The sarong's all right, I guess, and I suppose for the right occasion a Masai-beaded manbag with dangling gourds might be festive - but somehow the combo of that boxy jacket and two-tone pompadour creates a startlingly ... matronly effect that can't have been intentional.
They give the impression that the shoes, no matter what we would hope, might be espadrilles.
Or maybe it's simply that he's wearing far too much clothing, no matter its provenance. On reflection, that's likely it. Although the hair is, without question, fairly vile.
*In this case, darlings, that's Café code for "I positively loathe..."