With the summer upon us and the sense weâre over and done with everything, that everything has got to change, I found myself after a year and a half facing down the mall. I walked into Bloomingdaleâs to check in -- sort of a community service making sure area businesses were functioning well -- and maybe with just the slightest curiosity if by chance they had a new version of my vegan leather jacket that mysteriously delaminated. I didnât wear much but sweatpants this year -- sweatpants, T-shirt, same socks, same sneakers. Like many of us. Bored out of its sleeves in the dark hall closet, that jacket must have crawled inside its own plastic pockets, given up and shred.