This a-hole wants us to believe he's a billionaire. And he's seemingly obsessed with (everyone else's) appearance. But he won't spring for a decently fitting suit. Or apparently hire even a first-year cosmetology school graduate to help him 1) select a foundation shade that doesn't bring to mind astronaut breakfast juice substitute (really, anywhere in the caucasian pallette would be an improvement) and 2) apply it all the way to his (admittedly, somewhat mobile) hairline and now 3) apply a little body make-up to hide whatever he's got on his hand.
And I just can't reconcile all of this with his vanity. (the vanity also attested to by his shoe lifts). But somehow he does not see fit to make the relatively minor disbursements from his supposed fortune that would make him appear more akin to a human being than Jabba the hut with a bad spray tan. I guess he probably doesn't see himself that way, after a lifetime of looking into the mirror and seeing his blue eyes and "strawberry blond" hair, he has convinced himself he's handsome and refuses to believe otherwise. Or maybe his entire fortune has been invested into Melania and Vanky's kidneys.