I had the great pleasure of meeting David and Victoria Beckham some years ago at a dinner party in their honor at the Hotel Bel-Air. We hit it off nicely I think. And he gave me this jersey. Well, his PR gave me, and other media present, identical signed jerseys, but still. I got one. And I have never, no never, worn it. I mean, why would I ever? And where on Earth would it make sense? And then I saw this on Vogue.com. And then this on Who What Wear. And so I felt, all of a sudden, that wearing this oversized, endorsement-strewn jersey, without pants, in public, was a great idea. Until I did it. And then I felt ridiculous. It felt like a mistake of epic proportions. The only thing saving my pride was the fact that a camera was trained on me. “Oh, this crazy get up? It’s for a shoot!” Now, I’m not saying you can’t pull off this micro-trend, I’m just saying, proceed with caution. But, as always, proceed you must! As T.S. Eliot once said, “Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” I think I found out.