For me, one of the most enjoyable and well-put-together pieces of the Cincinnati Kid was the role of the young man hounding Steve McQueen for betting, acting as both a metaphor and a foil for his character and position. He's also stunningly well dressed, but in the a totally different way from anyone else in the film. This is especially fitting, as McQueen's well dressed is totally different from that of anyone else in the film as well. What's stunning about these clothes is the colors. That big plaid simultaneously makes the young man look bigger and smaller than he is, and way the browns blend with his skin tone, the reds bring out a deep amber in his eyes, and the hat entirely contrasts is, to me, in some way magical. The wooley nature of the coat, too, contrasts with the enviable shining ebony of his skin, bringing it more to the forefront. The fit isn't half bad either. And there's a half-belted back.
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