I’m Glad That Men’s Knitwear Is Twee Now
Despite my slack-jawed Yorkshire twang, I have never woken up with a smile on my face, arms stretched out in glee as crisp, clear, yolk-yellow sunshine drenches my bedroom. Birds do not fly in through the shutters to pull back my patchwork quilt. I do not lean out of the window, a butterfly does not land on my index finger, and I do not break out into a song about how wonderful this country life is. That’s because my morning routine is not like the opening of a Disney movie. But when it comes to things that do make me smile? A rush of new, folksy, rosy-cheeked knitwear comes pretty close. Over the weekend, Andrew Garfield arrived to a London screening of his new film, The Magic Faraway Tree. He was wearing a cardigan that, by all intents and purposes, was purer than an afternoon picking apples with your saintly grandfather on the family farm: It had two knitted lambs, mid-jump over a fence, on a base of lush green. Garfield and his stylist, Warren …









