It’s not because it’s sunny, or because he’s sensitive to light, and he’s not hiding from the cops. And you’d be wrong to suggest he has a hangover, or a black eye, or is playing poker and doesn’t want to give anything away. He’s not missing an eye, or has a twitch, or is bloodshot, or is a Hollywood movie star.
No, it wouldn’t be any of these.
It’s because the shades, which fold up inside, are attached to this excellent 1950’s Montreal Canadiens hat.
And what happens when this cool cat wants to play roller derby or wrestle with his wife? He puts on these other excellent 1950’s and ’60’s things that some people might call junk but I think are precious diamonds.