If I close my eye, I can almost hear you gasp with horror reading this title and thinking I've gone all man-repeller on you. I think I'm more known/liked for the wonderful cuts by stylists than fashion; but hey, we can't have it all.
You can breathe a sigh of relief because the closest I will ever come to this style is my clothing. Yes, I'm talking about my sweater. This is one of my favorite tricks when I don't like the ways something fits. I mean who really cares what the back looks like anyway? I seriously never check.
I'm wearing: ralph lauren shorts, loafters (thrift); sweater and gingham shirt (jcrew outlet)