Ah, yes. Welcome to Men's Fashion Week in Milan. Yesterday, we learned that Versace is scoring big with clerically-inspired outerwear, and today we learn that Vivian Westwood has been dropping acid (or something). Don't get me wrong, I live in Austin, TX -- the capitol of "cowboy chic," where it's cool for even the most self-deprecating, sensitive indie-rocker types to butch up with a pair of Justin boots. But the irony is completely lost when you make the hat so obnoxiously campy that Richard Simmons wouldn't be caught dead in it.
The purple granny cardigan only adds salt to the wound. Needless to say, I'm embarrassed for cowboys everywhere.
(Thanks to Manolo for the heads up)