October is a month of nostalgia. I'm not sure if it's the pervasive smell of nutmeg in the air, the ubiquitous pumpkin beers taking up prime tap real estate all over the city, or just the fact that I feel a little bit queazy from too much candy corn, but my body and soul is awash in days gone by.
And of course since I like my outward style to reflect my inner spirit, and nothing, my friends, nothing, says nostalgia to me quite like a sweatervest, here we are. Happy sweatervest octoberfest.
So this morning when I rose before the sun, as I do, I sent out a call to all sweatervest octoberfest alumni to don their finest SV and mug for some selfies.
James, whose commitment to style is only outstripped by his commitment to quadratic forms, rocks a vest which was a sweater until about 5 minutes before the photo was taken.
Kemal does sweatervest like he was born this way. All hipster glasses and cool confidence.
Mary shows us what happens when faux rabbit fur meets Costco fashion. It's breathtaking.
Not to be outdone by Merry, who apparently keeps an assistant on hand to take her selfies for her. Good thinking. #classalltheway
Dan-O looking like pure virtue. I will pretty much believe anything a man with a beard and sweatervest tells me. Anything.
Gretchen looking perhaps somewhat less virtuous, but nothing says 1998 like a cropped sweatervest. C'mon, don't pretend like you didn't have one.
Vinny in the sweatervest sneak attack. Is a sweatervest under a jacket still a sweatervest? Does a non-trivial Q extension ramify at at least one prime?...Yes...
I am just tickled to know that there are so many sweatervestites at large today. Oh what a day is today!
#iheartsweatervests #iheartyouguys
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