Imagine chilling on this rooftop with a beer, 25 degree weather, listening to Bob Dylan and watching the sunset with your friends. I don't think I need to say anything else except that, as you can see, we're not quite there yet. Who cares. Hopping around in a perforated jersey at 3 degrees is still perfectly acceptable.
I picked up this purple monster for a tenner at a vintage shop on the way home from work yesterday. Stella's oreo boots were a perfect match.