Because it's cold in San Francisco, sometimes I wear a fur coat out at night. Okay, sometimes I wear them during the day as well. I am an unapologetic fur lover. And because this is San Francisco after all, I sometimes get the stare of death for wearing fur.
I like animals as much as anyone else, and even more so in certain cases, as I don't eat meat. And my furs are vintage - I would never buy a new fur coat. I believe in recycling clothes, so why throw away or boycott perfectly usable old fur coats?
Fur is the ultimate crazy old lady accessory. Sometimes I like to put on my floor length mink with a nightgown under it, and walk around my apartment smoking cloves and drinking champagne out of the bottle, listening to old showtunes. I don't know. Fur just gets me in that crazy old lady mindset. Think Miss Haversham from Great Expectations or Norma Desmond from Sunset Blvd. "All right, Mister DeVille. I'm ready for my close-up." Pair your fur with pantyhose worn with sandals, like Mary Kate, plus big sunglasses and an enormous It-Bag, for the ultimate in summer chic. And yes, fur in summer. You are a crazy old lady, remember?
Mary Kate is the best. She is such an icon - there's no closet I'd raid in lieu of hers.
What I love about that type of look is that it's so ugly. Which in the world of fashion translates to "amazing." Like your video on ugly shoes, fashion isn't about beautiful. It's the ugly - the weird shoes, the huge fur coats in the summer, the oversized XXXXXXXXL sweaters, the androgyny, that make it fashion. If you're not wearing something that's ugly then what are you doing? Shopping at GAP I presume...