These fleece zip-ups from Beams Plus are probably the warmest things on the planet. At the very least they're way warmer than that technical shell that's thinner than rice paper that you just paid a grand for because Moy told you to. Anyway, these are the perfect late autumn campfire wears. Gear up with some hot apple cider, marshmallows and some white dude who plays shitty Jack Johnson acoustic guitar covers and you've got yourself a bona fide bonfire party. In high school, going to bonfire parties was the tits because I could smoke cigarettes and then just blame the way I smelled on the fire. Now that I live in NYC, I have no one to blame, but bloggers when I smell like cigarettes, a lie my girlfriend has never even once believed.
