Last night, I bought both my boys fedoras and flip flops at their request. My almost 15 year-old son just walked out the door dressed in athletic pants, a t-shirt, flip flops and his fedora. No doubt he's quite pleased with his look but it's a puzzlement to me.
In the interests of teen-aged dignity, there are no photos at this time. Perhaps after they've had a chance to break in the new duds.