That's funny. I always found Jake looked hot in that scene in spite of that silly jacket...
What I like about the wardrobe choices in relation to the scene is that it is as if Jack picked out all his spiffiest stuff to go claim his prize. Nodamean, Vern? That trophy belt buckle, the laced leather jacket, a nice new hat, a shirt that's his very best color... Makes it all the more poignant when he's cruelly rebuffed. Stabs me in the heart every time when Ennis says, "I don't know what to say..." I've heard those exact words before, spoken in just that tone, in a similar situation. Brings it all back every time. I think if I hadn't, it would still stab me in the heart. But maybe the knife wouldn't feel like it was also being twisted.
OK. I promise that'll be the last sick metaphor from me for the day.