The test of a man’s style is in the size of his zip. If it’s long and slim, that’s brilliant. If it’s discreet, even better. But if it’s small and short, you must run a mile. And fast.
I’m talking about the zip on a man’s chest, by the way, in case you were picturing something else. In the last few weeks, quarter-zip jumpers have been seen swaddling the torsos of men everywhere. The city slickers wear theirs in cashmere: navy, black, and charcoal. The corporate geezers snap theirs up from the high street; Zara sells them in forest green and grey. And the clueless cads who really should know better opt for corduroy versions in beige and pastel pinks.
