We should all be so lucky to, like the man above, stride along a public beach wearing a basic brown banana-hammock, not giving one flying fig that his spare tire is gleaming in the late-summer sunshine, nor that his body hair creates a shimmering halo around his creatively toned muscles. All while rocking a pair of women's 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.