Fur is controversial. Contro-fur-sial, if you will. A lot of people are against using it for sartorial purposes, while others don't give a duck. Personally, I'm indifferent, but I think that faux fur is a very worthy alternative to the real stuff. No matter what your stance is on the issue, it's undeniable that animal fluff is trending for the next few seasons. Whether it be as small touches (i.e., gorilla arms or neck rings) or as full-on coats, fur is being used in the most inventive of ways. People are treating it as a texture, dyeing it funky colors, and mixing it with garments such as gowns. Sometimes even jersey gowns.
Even if you think wearing coats made of coats is immoral, there's always the fake-hair option. Or perhaps you'll be a fluff convert, like Phoebe from Friends. I think there's a lot of potential in "sporting hairy carcass." The possibilities are simply endless. You can throw some mammal fuzz over a dress, trousers, under a shirt, on your ankles, around your neck, solely on your arms... I could keep going for hours. There's oodles and shnoodles and caboodles of options awaiting you.
Photos via style.com.
Coats made of coats:
Acne Alexander McQueen
J. Mendel Michael Kors
Oscar de la Renta J. Mendel
Philosophy di Alberta Ferretti
Gorilla arms:
Alberta Ferretti Narciso Rodriguez
Narciso Rodriguez Carolina Herrera
Narciso Rodriguez
The return of the skärf:
Alberta Ferretti Alice + Olivia
Giorgio Armani J. Mendel
Jason Wu Missoni
Ports 1961
Due to the versatility and all around swag of fur (faux or not), I plan on doing a DIY neck skärf project at some point during the autumn or wintre. That's pronounced wint-réy. Speaking of pronunciations, in case you were wondering how to pronounce Châteauneuf-du-Pape, schadenfreude, onomatopoeia, haute couture, or bolognese, you're welcome. Consider this a night well-spent. If you find yourself contemplating the correct way to make cereal, an ice cream sundae, or a burnt omelette, may your search stop here.
So, I'm officially fifteen years of age! Hooray! I'm pretty pumped. Within my first hour of being fifteen, I got stung by six wasps, with one right between the eyes for good luck. Oh yes. Happy f***ing birthday. We ate Nutella cake, however, so all was compensated for. I have a good feeling about this year. You know, sometimes I get a good feeling. It's like... I get a feeling that I've never ever never ever had before.
Things that always come directly after my birthday that I'm mondo-bummed about: it's August. My school just sent out their back to school welcome letter today and I nearly punched a whole through my computer. Enjoy your last month of freedom before the mandatory education system steals it all away and forces you into a prison for eight hours a day.
Happy (belated) birthday!!
ReplyDelete