The grass is always greener...

In general, the words "green jacket" make me think of the ones bestowed on the winners of the US Masters golf tournament. Which says less about the visual impact of the aforementioned jacket and more about a childhood spent in an area where everyone played golf...to the point that I even had a friend who would play in the snow...with neon golf balls to ensure that none were lost in the white winter wasteland. Much more alluring (from a grassy green perspective) is this cropped faille jacket. In black it would be cute, but conventional...part waiter's jacket, part tuxedo (without the tails)...but in green, lush outfit possibilities begin to bloom.