As for the scene, let me say there appear to be three of originality and spark.
First is the baby in the stroller.
Second is the horse in the distance to the right of the nondescript female in hat.
Third is the chap in the seersucker suit with bow tie and artfully draped expanding yellow fruit holder, or whatever it is called, on his head.
Otherwise, a bit too cheesy in the grin, frat boyish in attire, and ladies wide hats to which they seem greatly unaccustomed.
The fit is usually off, lacking in color coordination, sub par quality, and trying way too hard to relive the glory of cheap beer from a wasted youth that seems unduly prolonged by the event just witnessed. In short, aspiring third tier bureaucrats who will do well not to go down a notch.
Oh yes, and tell the Yalies that the attire for the boathouse is not fitting for the racetrack, where a belt buckle, though gaudy, is comparatively more at home than boat club jackets.