The skater/slacker aesthetic relies on appropriation of blue-collar trappings, but it can go too far: on the way to work today I saw a skinny skater boy in paint-spattered workpants, cut off at the knee, and an oversized work shirt like those worn by contractors, gas-station attendants, and their emulators. He was carrying a fold-up toolkit and a 10-gallon bucket of tools. And riding a skateboard. And stuff kept falling out of the bucket.
Other strangeness: race bicycle, clipless pedals and shoes, messenger bag, and sundress.
Secretly Ironic 