Balenciaga that I still wear, despite the holes in the elbows and fraying sleeves. (There’s a gap in the market for a sweater hospital, no?).
But let’s be clear, the teetering stash of other favorite knits I have amassed over the years – a good deal of which have toothpaste on them or are laced with moth holes – are not what I want to talk about. In stark contrast to the ‘house sweater’ that you pull over your pajamas to answer the door to the postman, the sweater I am talking about is the kind you store folded in tissue paper, and wouldn’t dream of wearing while brushing your teeth or letting any moth near. That kind of sweater. Not that it shouldn’t be cozy, just that it should be treated with the reverence of an investment bag, because that is what it is: a genuine, bona fide luxury investment piece.
The French have always intuited the fabulousness of a good sweater. I am thinking of the way Vogue Paris editor-in-chief Emmanuelle Alt or