My Mentor's Vest

To avoid being accusing and insulting on the part of someone who is my respected elder, I will simply refer to this person as my "Mentor".
My mentor wears the most atrociously offensive colors and fabrics in the manner they were least intended to be worn. For example:
Today, he wore a velvet vest of bright purple, complete with a pouch for the pocket watch and pinstripes running throughout. Accompanying this was a tie of the most blinding blue. It practically shouted out, "Take that Elton John!" What kills me is that under the facade of color, he is wearing blue jeans with a fat leather belt. There is a simple explanation behind all this: I am fairly certain his girlfriend left Utah for more amiable weather. It's crass of me to say, I know, but I truly believe that after years of submitting their wardrobe to the women in their lives, men have come to depend on them for their basic dressing needs.