A few years ago (15 or 16) Prada on Sloane Street had a collection of ‘exotic’ coats. The crocodile coat was grotesque … it made the wearer look like some kind of “Silence of the Lambs”/“Crocodile Dundee” smash up.
The seal skin coat was shockingly beautiful. It was also 10,000GBP and at the end of the day I couldn’t get the thought of those poor, sad little seals being bludgeoned to death for the sake of a chic coat. It wasn’t my size anyway.
I have said again and again – these are NOT classy.
My wife and I were in Singapore, walking through the boutiques on Orchard Road. One of the stores had a large collection of fur coats and jackets.
FUR? It was hotter than Hades outside! And HUMID!
I asked the clerk in the store how many folks come into his shop – when it is so damned hot outside!?
His reply: “Sir, Singaporean women travel.”
‘suppose he was right.
I remember a time I was walking across Copley Square – walking towards Neiman’s … there were a bunch of kids (younger than me = ‘kids’ ) were holding up pictures of foxes and minks that had been riven to shreds to make pelts.
One of them was finishing what appeared to be a Whopper from BK.
They were all chanting “FUR IS CRUEL! FUR IS CRUEL!”
I walked to the one with the burger wrapper in his hand. As he shouted “FUR IS CRUEL” I chimed in by saying “IT’S ALSO SOFT AND WARM!”
… well they are new. Not exactly fresh.
I still have all the Chang & Eng comics… but I’m STILL debating whether the world should see them. Haven’t they suffered ENOUGH?
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