Michael wears monochromatic well. His grey on grey, silver on silver suit looks sleek with its little bit of sheen. With his trademark top two buttons unbuttoned and a casually open jacket, he looks just as ready to rumble or pull a trigger as he is to make a deal or hit the sizzling Miami club scene. His wirey gold aviators borrow from '70s cool while looking much more modern than the dated, droopy Top Gun or Chips shades of yore.
Michael doesn't mess around. When he's playing the role of serious psycho, he's looking the part. His tough-guy, snap-button shirt looks like he ripped the sleeves off in an all-too-common moment of rage. Layered necklaces add an extra edge: The cross looks as if it's meant to ward of the danger he's constantly on the brink of inflicting, while the layered silver charms look like they're symbols of his affiliations with shady, derelict groups.
Michael can play a mean James Dean. When washing his car in a tight grey t-shirt and dark denim jeans, he shows an altogether different side: He's out of serious spy mode for a moment, and oozes a rugged, American sexiness.
