For the first time in a very long time, the temperature dropped drastically, then warmed, then dropped again… and thus freakishly ping-ponged for the rest of the afternoon. Lucky for me, this meant temporarily gallivanting about random locations while adhering to the Holy Grail decree of the autumn season… faux fur.
While risking the possible horror of never locating this perfect-for-any-era and yet slightly glamorized statement, there it was. Nearly obscured among vintage racks and a pungent days-of-yore fragrance, I’d finally found my friend, my faux. I’m guessing it’s something in the air, because I own at least half a dozen of these retro coats and moments preceding this post, became legal guardian of one more orphaned on eBay. But in this sublime parade of fashion ecstasy, I had to wonder... have I caught some sort of communicable faux fur addiction? Possibly.
Heels, UO. Zipper skirt, DIY. Pearls, Vintage & Chanel. Studded belt, HT.