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This week, Cooper was photographed walking his daughter on the streets of New York. It appears he’s taking her to school there are school buses in the background but that’s unclear. (For privacy reasons, we’ve removed his daughter from the photos.) Cooper got
dressed for the walk: peacoat, joggers with a stripe, boots, black shades, and a black mask. I can’t say I’d wear his hat, nor would I recommend you try it, but Cooper pulls it off.
Meanwhile, this week, I had to get out of my car to help my daughter put on her backpack usually someone from the school handles this revealing to all the other parents my ill-fitting, coffee-stained tie-dye sweatpants. This was mildly embarrassing. It shouldn’t be. But in my mind, the sweats and beat-up Vans don’t suggest to the parents in their idling cars that this man has a job, a sense of personal style, and a wife who finds him attractive. Instead, it sends the signal that I spend most of my time fiddling on a guitar, waiting