Never seen anyone wear one here in Vienna.
The only time I saw anyone wear one, in fact, was at a Halloween party I threw back in 2016 in Darmstadt. A colleague came dressed as Donald Trump, complete with MAGA hat and orange skin. I dressed up as Leonid Brezhnev, with big bushy eyebrows and a suit jacket that sagged with the weight of dozens of medals. Everyone else got a kick out of taking pictures of the two of us together, as we represented two bumbling, aged, narcissistic, incoherent, loser politicians. It was all good fun because at the time Brezhnev had been dead for 34 years and nobody thought Trump had the remotest chance of winning the election. I doubt my colleague would dream of dressing up as Trump again, but I’ll probably do the Brezhnev thing again this year.