Just now, my son, 19, stuck his head in my writing room. It was less head, more hood. This was part of a black hoodie I recently borrowed from him, because hooded sweatshirts are pretty much the coolest thing a woman can wear. This is also the label Vetements blame, these are the brilliant designers who have managed that fashionable freaks were willing to pay for a yellow T-shirt with DHL logo 240 euros. Her washed-out oversized hoodie with Vetements lettering on it is of course long sold out, but you can mimic the look great by, for example, stealing a similar model from his child. Incidentally, mature women have a clear advantage over young mothers. I am not allowed to mention my son in my texts, but from time to time I just have to quote him. So he sat down in my room and told this and that about his life.