All About the Turtleneck, Fashion's Control Mechanism
Darin Buzon

A few Novembers ago, a friend gave me a black turtleneck. I moved it-three-quarter sleeve, vintage, from The Gap-through two different apartments without ever putting it on. It gathered dust in a drawer until one cold day when I had somewhere to be and there was no chance of covering up the giant pimple that had grown overnight on the side of my neck.