I know the saying is "a pop of color"... as in one singular color, but I find myself emphatically drawn to overdoing most everything in my life (except for cleaning my house and jogging). So here I am popping 2 colors. In retrospect I can see how just black with fuchia may have been a more streamlined or chic choice, but I wouldn't change a thing about his outfit.
In my years of overdoing it, particularly in the sartorial category, I feel I have found the balance of overdoing things without overdoing them if that makes sense. (Keep in mind I may be completely delusional). The goals when I get dressed are to feel good in what I'm wearing/stand out a bit in a crowd/find a little bit of hilarity in some aspect of my outfit. (The humor in this look is obviously the black-man-church-going-shoes I found in the men's section of the thrift store. I imagine them once being worn with a full green suit and matching tie one fanciful, soulful Sunday).
After multiple attempts to be more chic or elegant over the years, I've given up and found comfort in this aspect of my style. I understand this isn't the craziest, far out look I've ever rocked, but the simple rule breaking this outfit displays (2 pops of color as opposed to 1) is a unabashedly me. And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
Entire outfit thrifted.