If, like the man above, you choose to stride along a public beach wearing your basic brown banana-hammock, just do it with the same level of swag. He doesn't care that his spare tire is gleaming in the late-summer sunshine, nor that his body hair creates a halo around his creatively toned muscles. And he's obviously down with those sunglasses that were purchased at a Taos gas station sometime during the hazy summer of 1981.
Hey, whatever's comfortable. And it's hot out.