Inspiration du Jour: Fur, Fur, Fur

It’s all that’s on my mind right now.

I could blame the weather. In an ideal world where money grew on trees that produced endless amounts of oxygen for our planet, I would own a rack full of beautiful vintage furs—60s swing coats, 70s bomber jackets, some Yves Salomon and Adrienne Landau thrown into the mix. I would also be able to sue dear old Winter for such purchases under economic duress, but let’s not perpetuate this horribly frivolous (American) system and own up to our own actions instead, yes?

But truth be told, I had my heart set on a black fur coat since my LC days. As with all things, I’m very much particular about what it was that I wanted: 60s-inspired with the slightest swing silhouette, a thick lapel sans collar, hip-length. The hunt wasn’t easy given my specific requirements and limited funds. Four or so years later, I found my perfect coat (keep your eyes peeled: more on that later or if you’re curious, be sure to follow my Instagram!) …

… and now I’ve caught some sort of frenzy-for-fur fever.

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