This Sacai coat is perfect for the one actually fancy rooftop party you get invited to. I've actually only been invited a single time to a dope rooftop party in NYC. I’m not counting your shitty roofs in Brooklyn or whatever. I’m talking about a Manhattan roof that is more than 10 stories high, where mini hamburgers are served and there aren’t any sponsored signature cocktails, just real, actual drinks at an open bar. That happened once and I got faded and talked about all my coke dreams in a really nice rooftop garden and ate, like, a billion mini hamburgers that I think had feta cheese and it was fucking dope. I would have worn a coat like this because it gets kind of chilly on rooftop parties with people wealthy enough to serve hamburger patties so distinctively small they require specific buns to be baked for them.