The new cover of VMAN is vile. It combines the worst of Miami Vice (rolled up sleeves on a blazer, blinding neon colors) with the worst Pradaisms (pink lace leggings/longjohns). This is not even remotely directional (as the stylist might say, defending their zoot suit), it is downright unattractive. Readers, this is not fashion for the fearless man, as the cover announces. It is fashion for the clueless man.