Kate Pasola
Cosmopolitan’s beauty writer
It was all so easy – I found it hanging on a vintage rail at a festival, seductively half price. Oversized, Levi’s, plenty of real-estate for badges. I bought the jacket and stuffed it into my tote, thrilled. Devastatingly, that evening, a hallucinating festival-goer grabbed that tote and launched it into the crowd – never to be seen again. I went back to the stall to buy another jacket, and when the stallholder heard my story, he gave it to me for free. That was five years ago, and I still wear it once a week. It has internal pockets for secrets, it’s the perfect size for layering under, and has become a comfort blanket, swaddling me in a memory of the kindness of other humans. ›