Ride my pimp

I had to ask Mr-I-want-to-remain-anonymous if I could take a shot of him in his Saturday best.
He was torn between the necessity* to remain unidentifiable (I was ordered to take the shot from the neck down) and the compulsion to share his Saturday best with the rest of the world.
I told him that I totally admired the colour scheme of his outfit.
And I meant every single word of it.
Vive la couleur. Life is too short not to be flamboyant.

Well worth biggifying, to check the eagles on the shoes.

* I did not probe further as to why this was necessary but he looked and sounded like the kind of guy who means what he says