Or maybe my son, cosplaying as first season Ray. Most of his couture is based on due South. (His normal choice of attire when he is not being The Doctor or Captain Mal from Firefly, is a mix of two Rays - biker boots, smart shirts and pants, if not quite Armani, and either a RayV coat, or a RayK coat.) The kids at college have decided that he's cool. Weird, but cool. He's so cool he doesn't care.

But yes, I have officially warped my son so much that, at eighteen, he is dressing to emulate guys from twenty years ago. Obviously I am either the world's most embarrassing, or the world's best mother.