You’re standing at the pearly gates. Queuing before you is a woman who died in her Sunday finest. St. Peter tilts his sunglasses and looks her up and down: “Sorry, not today, darling.” As she’s ushered towards purgatory, you step forward wearing a sweater with a photorealistic print of French fries. St. Peter gives you a friendly nod and unhooks the velvet curtain into paradise. You knew it. Bouncers knew it. Even St. Peter knows it. Mr. Gugu & Miss Go make the kind of sweaters you would be seen dead in.