Mo Kenney is wearing what we have decided is possibly the best cardigan ever. We don’t toss declarations like that around lightly. Not about cardigans, and especially not in the context of the rich history they have being worn by rockstars.

“Yeah, it’s great. I just got it,” Mo humbly admits.

It’s one of the longest winters in New Brunswick history, and despite the superior quality of Mo’s most excellent cardigan, I’m not sure it’s ready to to compete with the wind that’s been steadily gnawing at us.

“It’s a little cold,” is all Mo says, as the photographer begins to worry that he’s now shivering too much to get the shot. Three hours later, she’s announcing to a sold-out house, “I have a bit of a cold. I don’t know if you can tell,” before launching into a song. Continue reading The Quiet Reserve of Mo Kenney →