You know how occasionally I have complained that people’s shirts are looking at me? Well, Katy Perry’s actually IS.

Katy Perry seen outside her hotel in New York City

[Photo: Splash News]

And it is DEPRESSED (possibly about having its forehead unzipped and boobs for brains). It reminds me of those pet rescue ads where you see all the wounded little animals begging for love, while Sarah McLachlan sings “Angel” accompanied only by the plucking of your acoustic heartstring guitar. Suddenly I want to pour this coat a saucer of milk and then give it all my money.