Best of the Gondola 2009
“I’m not like my mother; I like to stereotype. It’s faster.”
– George Clooney, Up in the Air
My friend Will tells me I need a fur coat. I’d like to think he’s simply concerned about my core body temperature but I know his reasons are guided more by the mystique of real fur, the hint of valets and the whiff of private club memberships and promise of Veuve Clicquot, than the fact that decked out in a fur coat is a really warm way to cross the street.
Personally, I’ve always had a penchant for faux fur; apparently, I’m drawn to the mystique of looking warm. Only the finest in stuffed animal for me. I recently found a sumptuous black long-haired vest in a 50% bargain bin in Rifle, Colorado (so much for the mystique) but it looks perplexingly real, shiny and black and plush around the collar, with a thin tail-like waist tie, resembling some sort of sable or mink or lynx; and it only cost $28! Either I’m one savvy fashionista, or my new vest is hypoallergenic.