There is one garment that solves the most tedious morning calculation - what goes with what - because there is nothing to go with. The jumpsuit is a single piece. You put it on and you are done. This season it is back in the shops as an answer to the return to the city, with prices ranging from thirty-five to fifty-six euros.

The cut repeating across almost every model is the same: wide leg, cinched waist, clean neckline and a fabric that breathes. That is not accidental. The wide leg lengthens, the cinched waist creates a line a straight leg erases, and linen or viscose is the only cloth that survives thirty degrees in an office with no air conditioning.

Among the models there is a striped linen bombacho at around forty euros, with an elastic band at the back and a tie at the neck. There is a fluid beige model with a round neckline and no sleeves, the cheapest of the group. There is a brown one with a mandarin collar and a belt, the most expensive of all. And there is an asymmetric model with one bare shoulder, in mustard or red.

What the jumpsuit is really selling is not the cut but the absence of a decision. The fashion industry has spent decades selling us the possibility of choice, and then charges for a product that abolishes the choice. When one garment replaces two parts of a wardrobe, that is not simplification - it is relocating the cost.

For a Balkan reader there is another layer here. Around here the jumpsuit was for a long time work clothing, literally: a mechanic's uniform. The fashion industry took that cut, tailored it in linen, put it at forty euros and returned it as a trend. That is not an abuse, it is exactly what fashion has always done. It is just worth knowing precisely what you are buying when you buy it.