It would be warm. He is a hairy, hairy man. Brooklyn's F-You answer to the Hamptons. This is a beach where vendors walk around barefoot hawking cans of Budweiser. So, visit Coney Island, and you'll spot many a stretch mark.
Beer bellies litter the beach like cigarette butts.
And the blemished torsos are a-plenty. He didn't seem to mind when I snapped photos of him and his friends, him running into the water, him waving 20 feet from shore. So if the sweater fits, as it were. The hairy back becomes him. Coney Island may not boast runway models as in East Hampton, but it's plentiful with hot, young things, many of whom are underaged, many of whom would take their tops off for Howard Stern.