
So
Roger Federer saunters out onto Wimbledon's denuded Centre Court in the finest and frostiest duds Nike has to offer. Yup, white blazer with satiny trim, trouser-cut warm-up pants, snug little "boy" vest. It's a major look, given a bona fide runway boost by a giant white quilted duffel bag. The fuddy duddies just can't handle Roger's fashion statement. "I think Roger's over-accessorizing," whines
Carillo. Whatever. Love it or hate it, Roger can wear whatever the hell he wants. If he wants to come out and play in a top hat and tails, so be it. He's Roger Federer. And screw the repressed washed-up jocks trolling around the tennis world who can't deal with a guy who actually has a bit of fun with clothes. Heaven forbid!