On Location, Still...And Another Big Shirt

On location again, this time in New Orleans, BW hauls out yet another oversized shirt. Although the chemise is neatly pressed, the cement hue does nothing for him but make his skin look sallow and accentuate the advancing signs of age at his greying temples. I am also becoming increasingly annoyed at the fashion quirk of the contrasting teeshirt, this one black, announcing its presence at the open neck of the overshirt. It was almost enough to distract me from the gaudy nickel-plating of Brian's buckle and detailing on his inexplicable black belt worn with white jeans. In truth, the whole outfit was...ill-conceived. Erg.