From the Hawaiian-shirted insouciance of Gary Busey, to the moldering insouciance of Bernie Lomax, a man's summer gear is an outward extension of his inner bum. For garb that says "F*ck it, I'm at the beach", check out Pegleg NYC
Peg's brightly-colored beachwear draws aesthetic and iconic inspiration from the come-as-you-are 80s -- back when a guy didn't have to rock Nantucket reds just to eat shrimp. Tops include tanks graphic'd up with life preservers, fruit, and beach planes (trailing banner = "Cold beer at Charlie's -- no sleeves, no problem"); short-sleeve button-ups not afraid to contrast pizza slices w/ racing stripes; and tees sporting horizontal stripes, sailboats, and a Windex bottle (nothing says summer like crashing through a glass door). Peg also has you in shorts (three- and six-colored panels) and swim trunks (nautically- and geometrically-icon'd), plus embroidered, fitted caps, one sporting a yellow rope running across the brim -- signifying you're the captain of the USS WearsShirtInPool.
Peg also hawks three pairs of pants, but they're tough to pull off, e.g., salmon-colored denim, and polka-dotted jeans in black and purple -- for when it's time to say, "F*ck it, I'm Grimace".