A Vintage Long-Sleeve in Full Sun

A long-sleeve tee in this heat is a choice, and the sleeves have the frayed cuffs of something worn constantly rather than preserved. The graphic across the front has cracked and lifted in places, orange outline over a blue figure, and the black has washed down to charcoal.

Everything below it is doing nothing at all. Plain black nylon shorts with a drawstring, grey ribbed socks pulled up, black moulded slides. No branding, no colour, no detail. The shorts exist so the tee can be the only thing you look at.

The yellow-tinted aviators and the shag haircut put a specific decade in the frame without the outfit being a costume of it — the clothes themselves are ordinary, the styling is not.

He is walking straight down the centre of the aisle with the tents falling away on both sides and the hills behind, which is about as clean a background as this market offers.