At the final Grand Slam event of the season, we're dressing down the less-than-fabulous styles from Flushing. (Wherefore art thou, Roger Federer? Sigh.) The not-so-grand attire does the talking for us, mostly, so let's hop to it. (For sunnier styles, see the Fashion Aces list.)
We begin with—what else?—Nike's eyesores. New York, we have a problem: