Maybe it's a kind of premeditated interruption - like shoes with no socks, a tie instead of a belt or frayed cuffs on shirtsleeves. It's a blot on an otherwise perfect landscape. It's like saying I know the rules and I can break 'em, if and when.
Maybe it's an Existential assertion, proclaiming your own moral code in defiance of everyone else's. Or maybe it's just a creased shirt.
