In 2006, a man named John Lasseter walked onto the lot of the Disney Animation Studios in Burbank, California.
Tall and somewhat on the heavier side, Lasseter liked to dress in colorful shirts with bold patterns on them. The classic Hawaiian was a conservative choice for him compared to some of the more extravagant pieces in his wardrobe. Combined with his signature, round wireframe glasses, the end result made him look somewhat goofy, whimsical β even when he had a jacket on.
I assure you, he was nothing of the sort. As he strode toward the front door, an air of confidence followed the man.
After all, this was a triumphant day for him: he was just announced as the newly appointed head of Disney Animation. And an outside hire, no less.
See, John wasn't a Disney man. At least not anymore. Not since he was unceremoniously fired from the House of Mouse, 23 years earlier.