Saturday, 16 May 2009
Cruella...Cruella de Vil...
When I grow up, I want a fur wardrobe like Cruella de Vil's.
I think it's an extension of my love of furry plush toy animals as a child (hard plastic dolls weren't my thing). And the novelty (I lived in the Tropics for most of my life) of being able to wear fur and pretend that I am my favourite cuddly teddy. I'd love to be swathed in big soft and fluffy furry things every cold day with Cruella's insouciance.
Yes, with all the politics and ethics that come with draping the coat of dead animals upon one's body, I think one has to be rather thick-skinned and possess a devil-may-care attitude to properly wear fur. Until the day it becomes the norm like back in the glamourous good ol' days where no one bats an eyelid when you wear a dead fox around your neck.
Vintage Fur Gilet - RetroSheila, White Top - Country Road, Secondhand Wool Men's Pants - Thrift Store, Tw0-tone Belt - Witchery, Loafers - Wannabe by Patrick Cox, Bag - Mimco
Last night, I took my bunny gilet out for its first ever walkie out of the house. A few girls, strangers, came up to me at the bar to stroke it and all of them ended our short conversations with something along the line of a snide-y "Oh, as long as it's vintage. It IS, isn't it?". Our gay busboy, when we sat down for dinner, said the same thing. And from the number of dagger eyes I occasionally caught from around the crowded room, I knew those people were thinking similar thoughts.
I don't dress to provoke. I don't like strangers paying me extra attention, good or bad, because of what I wear. I just want to be able to wear what I want whenever I want. And last night, I wanted to take my long-dead bunnies out for a spin. Simple.
Those people made me feel like I should be wearing a placard around my neck each time I go out wearing fur to save me repeating myself, justifying my choice, "Yes, it's old fur. Lapin from about four decades ago, if you must know. Don't judge me because I'm wearing the fur of dead critters. The number of four-legged animals that I've "saved" in the last 23 years by not buying and eating the meat off their backs is more than the few dead rabbits on my back so leave me and my bunnies alone."
But that's not going to stop me. My capes (all old fur, of course, for, as "unethical" as I might sound, I will never buy the new first-hand stuff like Cruella) will be coming out of storage as soon as the temperature drops further. The animals have already been killed yonks ago and made into coats - it'd be a huge waste not to show them some love.
And you know what irks me more, with some of these holier-than-thou folks? The fact that they would not hesitate to don a fur coat the day fashion glossies say it's "in" which, by the look of things, is near. These people are, after all, already wearing leather and wool, and eating meat without guilt.