‘I always say people like Sammy Davis Jr and Jimi Hendrix,’ he says, doe-like hazel eyes peeking through his signature spray of bouncy curls. ‘I feel like, in a way, men were more flamboyant then. And it’s like we’ve gone backwards in a sense. [People] act like it’s alien but really and truly it’s been done way before I was wearing these suits.’ It’s a good point. But where the likes of, say, George Best offset the plunging paisley shirts with a demonstrably old-school attitude to booze and women, Calvert-Lewin seems comfortable enough in his masculinity to push at its boundaries. Those world-shaking culottes are a case in point. ‘I thought I’d just pulled some shorts on,’ he says with a laugh. ‘So when the cover came out and it looked like a skirt, I didn’t even know what [had happened]. The irony of it was that it wasn’t a skirt. But even if it had been, if I’d seen a skirt and pulled it on, it is what it is.’