I don’t think so, but he sure dresses like one. Let’s look at the photographic evidence:
This is absolutely a get-up you’d see some dude with a handlebar mustache and old-timey bicycle wearing down on Bedford Ave, swilling a can of PBR as he tries not to draw attention to the flakes of coke caked around his nostrils. Please, Gonzo, tell me about your last trip to Peru.
Is that a fucking leopard skin tie? Gonzo just made the Vivian Girls blush. Admittedly, this is more of a wacky old man outfit, but the lines tend to get kind of blurry sometimes. The only real difference between your Grandfather’s wardrobe and Sliimy’s is the price tag.
Here we find Gonzo getting in touch with his inner Lawrence Jacoby. Notice how Pepe, the other resident Muppet hipster (rockin’ a hoodie, no less), can’t even look at Gonzo. He’s just overcome with disgust. The tension between the two of them is clearly making Kermit uncomfortable. Kermit, by the way, is pretty savvy when it comes to fashion—he doesn’t wear any clothes, so he can’t be accused of being anything.
Ah, now this is more acceptable. Now Gonzo just looks like your average upper middle class blue kid trying to carve out a living for himself in graphic design. Don’t worry, pal, I hear the bar scene in San Fran is great.