What Not To Wear pt. 1

Saw that facionable enfant terribles Rodart are applying their shreddy/futuristic sense now to the wild frontier of men's sweaters- thank God! I was worried I'd hafta look like one of the Clancy brothers again at Christmas-

Don't get me wrong, I love the Clancy brothers (and Tony Makem) (and Christmas.)
What will the web-savvy, fashion forward son-in-law be wearing next Christmas? Well, clearly the aesthetic involves dragging Bill Cosby (or at least one of his sweaters) behind a bus for a few blocks!

At least they get points for having a model with neck tats and they call the line "Brodarte"- so that's kind of encouraging. Plus it introduces nipples into the heretofore nipple-less world of mens sweaters. So, we'll call it a draw.
What shall the net-enabled metrosexual male be wearing over his sweater? How about embroidered suit jackets by Dolce & Gabanna? Uhhh- do I have to?

So I guess that'll be like Reservoir Dogs meets Showgirls? The only one vaguely decent to me is the fella on the far right but that's probably only because his gold lame' sweater looks like a dookie chain from here- living proof that the only styles that a man can realistically wear are: skater, rude boy or hip hop.
According to this logic, the only man out there who can fulfill all three requirements (with an added reggae bonus)- is none other than SEAN PAUL!

There you have it- don't say I haven't given you anything this year. I'll be coasting for the next 11 months now. Happy 2011 when it comes!