Make His Day.

I advise you not to mock the "veggie-saurus" on his sweater. 
(Poor anger management skills.  Plus he's fairly ruthless with that croquet mallet.)

Awkward

Sure, the little "necklace" and "bracelet" of puffy stitches look slightly silly... but what really gets me is the model's awkward pose (what is she doing with her right arm?) and vaguely concerned expression (probably due to the painful pose the cruel photographer insists she hold)...

Despondent

Careless of the risk she ran of getting dirt on her crisp, white apparel, Vanessa sat on the floor, her head leaned wearily upon the sofa arm-rest as she stared blankly into space.  Life was a farce.  Not even her favorite shoulder-padded white sweater could lift her spirits today...

Erm...

This model's expression says, "Did I leave the iron on?"

High Drama

...and fashion no-nos:

...such as (in my humble opinion) high heels over socks over leggings... and those gloves with anything, ever.

This model looks so fierce, she scares me a little.  Who else thinks she's a spy who might whip a gun out of that clutch at any moment?

Diagnosis YarnYuck

This looks like an acute case of fug-induced coma... 

...but then again, I'm not a doctor (don't even play one on TV), nor am I a reputable fashion critic (is there such a thing?).

Break-Up Blues

At least she still had darling Fifi... and she was casually conscious that she looked especially ravishing in her tweedy cardigan.  Eat your heart out, Bill!

Resentment

Who can blame her, though?  Look!  They put her sweater on backwards!

Hallelujah!

Good grief, Antoine!  I mean, sure, the sweater's nice, but must you always take things too far??

(Well, what else did I expect?  You can tell at a glance that he's the ultimate Mr. Positive.)

I Can't Go On...

Dude, it's not that bad.  I mean, yeah, you are wearing a sweater draped over your shoulders while you're already wearing a sweater... but I promise, things will get better.  You just gotta hang in there... like that sweater hanging out on your already be-sweatered shoulders... Um, sorry.

Patented Moody Horizon-Gaze

Nothing sells knitwear like a couple of moody models:

I think someone's been watching a little too much teen drama...

Today's Man

Huh.
"Today's Man" looks a lot like my mental image of Fussy Soap Opera Man...

...I wonder if they're related...

Spooky

Lovely little sweater. 
Totally creepy expression on the model's face.

(I can't shake this feeling that something is about to pounce on her from behind-- something horrible and deadly and generally unpleasant.)

Ennui

The thrill was gone.  The bloom was off the rose.  The.. meh.  He couldn't be bothered to continue that train of thought.

Leaning back on his piano stool, listlessly plinking the keys, William wondered (carelessly) whether his moroseness was detectable to the outside world... "Aw, who cares, anyway...?"

(I am all fired up to make a sweater like that, now!  Inspired!  And it's all thanks to you, Mr. Model!)

Romance Cover Models

Wow!  The drama just radiates off these two!

Nearly bursting the seams of her tight-fitting, zebra-print pants, Anja hopped up onto the back of the gently purring motorcycle.  She couldn't help noticing how casually handsome Sacha looked in his beige sweater and white slacks.  Pressing an urgent hand against his muscular thigh, she murmured huskily, "Take me away from all this!  I'd follow you anywhere!"

I Heart You

The heart on this sweet little red and white hat isn't fooling me. 

She's obviously not feelin' the love.


Creepy.
I can't decide if she's an alien disguised as a human (those vertical-looking pupils! those lips!), or just a cold-blooded killer.

Star-Crossed Models

"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo..."

Sheesh. 
It's only knitwear, you two!

I never knew cardigans were so depressing.

Piercing Eyes

Wow. 
Wonder what the photographer did to tick her off...

Touchy-Feely

Meet the Love Trapezoid Gang:

Maybe it's just because I'm a cold, distant person whose life is devoid of almost all human contact... but the degree of touching and exchanged glances in this photo strikes me as somewhat excessive.  Who's with whom?  Do you go with the locked eyes?  Or do you base it on who's touching whom?  (Well, considering that almost everyone is touching everyone else, that could be tricky...)

Seriously, I think you could write a very interesting (and trashy) novel based on the tangled relationships represented in this single image.  (Send me a copy if you do, please.)

Rawr!

That's all.  Just "rawr". 

It's all the caption this photo needs, really...