And yet here he is, sipping champagne in a too-small, Switch Planning souvenir jacket, covered in cartoon robots. Wearing his too-busy jacket over a too-busy tee, a sartorial migraine that looks as though he learnt to dress like Kanye from an Ikea construction guide. Damn you, Jonathan. You’ve shredded the one thing every man could take from this season’s runways and claim as his own.

And yet there, next to you, is an example of how to rock the jacket right. You daughter, Honey Kinney, in Kenneth Anger’s super-limited edition Lucifer-emblazoned bomber. She’s nailed the oversized fit. She knows that despite the sukajan’s East Asian roots, you don’t want one covered in anime. And she’s not trying to wear shimmering satin with suede boots. Look at her, Jonathan. Learn a lesson, Jonathan. Before you spoil things for everyone.