Underneath your sweaters? I think it lends ruffian elegance—a touch of "louche sophistication". Like your boyfriend unceremoniously kicked you out of bed for snoring so you bid him adieu, indignantly grabbed your copy of Brideshead and set yourself up fireplace-adjacent in the nearest café. (Holy shit this café has a fireplace?) Another big sweater etiquette question: Do you ever tuck them in? Or is that just completely ridiculous? Ben Allen for T Magazine, shot by David Armstrong and styled by Jason Rider. (Rider also styled this shoot I loved.)
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