There is that mythical, golden window of time between childhood and manhood where boys kind of look the same as girls. Most dudes would probably classify this pretty-pretty phase as difficult or traumatic, but the cleverest and most stylish boys embrace their man-child looks with gusto, growing long and wild Kate Bush hair and waltzing around 100 friendship bracelets-deep like they ought to be cast in a Gus Van Sant movie. Of course a good trench for the fall is a no-brainer at any age, but a rain coat when it is 100 degrees outside is gangster-ness on an epic level. Which ultimately begs the question—who is this mystery creature? And did he/she just escape from the prequel to Lost Boys that is currently screening in our minds?