Hit the driving range this morning and it was so frickin cold. My dad lent me a pair of his forest green wind breaker pants that ballooned from the wind and gave me blimpy legs. I looked like a parade float. It takes very little for my golf game to shred my dignity. Stella knows this. So Stella McCartney designs golf clothes for Adidas, so that I can at least feel fashionable going in to the quadruple bogies.  Stella knows how to take athletic fashion and balance both sides of form and function. One jacket, two ways. Dignity intact.