Pushing the envelope

Last Friday evening outside the Starbucks located at the corner of Thurlow & Robson sat a middle-aged gentleman of European descent reading alone. He was neatly dressed in a masculine grey suit with a white shirt. Nothing was out of the ordinary until I looked down and saw that he was wearing black patent ballerina flats with little bows on them. He did pushed the fashion envelope but still stayed within the rules of one funky item per outfit.