There are so many things about this outfit that I personally do not like: the contrast collar and placket, the big lapels, the dueling geometric patterns of equal size, the whole flashiness of it, etc.
But at the same time, I think it all somehow manages to work as a coherent look. And I like that.
If you mean coherent as in James Brown circa 1991, sure. Because if Hugh Hefner and Vincent “The Chin” Gigante had a love child, this is how he would dress.
He thinks his shit don’t stink, but that’s just the carnation 8 inches from his face.
Beige, blue, orange, navy, white, pink, green and brown? Nothing is working for him here—it’s just a shitstorm of color. And that’s just the uppers.
Not to mention that those hideous pinstripe pants are on some next level mobster Halloween costume tip (do some research, even in the ’20s and ’30s, real mobsters didn’t usually wear pinstripes that egregious).
Bonus Tip: Any time each of your shirt, tie, jack and pants have stripes, all in different patterns and directions, you’re probably doing it wrong.