American Thanksgiving is often seen as a sort of bizarre jingoistic rite by those outside the US. But, growing up there, it provided an important buffer between the Twix-fuelled overload of Halloween and the Toys R Us-fuelled overload of Christmas (as well as offering a good turkey dinner and a valuable lesson about the importance of corn – the vegetable and the schmaltz). In a world where pretty much any company worth its salt has figured out how to turn the holidays into a sales opportunity, Thanksgiving remains, thankfully, stuffing-filled and stuff-free. The only people who get really excited about profits come the end of November are the organic farmers.

Occasionally, fashion attempts to edge into the arena via pilgrim-inspired black-and-white dressing (see Jil Sander’s rigorously elegant high-necked white polo, skinny black pants and austere single-buttoned jackets) or fowl-esque, feather-trimmed frocks like Alberta Ferretti’s and Rochas’ ostrich numbers. But most people just don’t seem to make the connection. They may wonder what they should wear to Thanksgiving dinner but that’s usually because they need an expandable garment for post-feast-relaxing, not because they want subliminally to reference their forefathers’ wardrobes or foodstuff.