Superette entered the picture later on. An invitation to a store event, a moment of walking through the door and finding everything in one place. He describes it with the kind of warmth that only comes from a genuine discovery rather than a curated one. Trumpets. An angelic voice. The realisation that this was the room he had been looking for. He hasn't had a bad experience since. Looking around the space we are sat in confirms it. Maison Kitsuné sweater. Salomon shoes. Trousers. Jackets. All from Superette.

The piece he holds onto most carefully is a Helmut Lang jacket, one of his first ever designer purchases. He does not wear it nearly enough. Every now and then he takes it out, puts it on, decides he cannot do it justice, and puts it back. The reverence is real.

But the most worn piece, the one that actually lives on his body rather than in the wardrobe, is a Kenzo sweater sniped at a Superette Warehouse sale. He watched someone else deliberate over it, try it on, decide it did not fit quite right, and put it back. He was behind the racks the entire time.

"They took it off and put it back. I'm like, thank you. Yes please."

That is probably the most Josh Young story there is. Patient, observant, and completely certain about what he wants once he sees it.