I’m always intrigued by clothes that straddle a fine line. I can see this piece in two different worlds. Firstly, on the back of some impossibly preening fash-stude, wearing leggings and a tricorn hat. Secondly, sizzling and unwanted in the remains of an abandoned Romani bonfire. This either lives in the world of berserk privilege or, in a bin bag round the back of an Oxfam. I can’t decide which. Perhaps the cost will give me an idea?
Still with the the outer space theme, but perhaps a bit more dynamic. Look at the exciting space shuttle go. It’s good isn’t it?
Or you could go with the above. A couple of squiggly options.
So just to recap. That’s four choices for the bro who absolutely insists on spending no less than 360 quid on a cotton sweater with juvenile patterns. I hope this blog has helped you today.