Earlier this winter I was on an odyssey to find a hooded winter coat that wasn’t ugly, and I succeeded, (here are two for the boys that I wish would fit me) but now that I’ve scratched that itch (thank you to Ukrainian vintage sellers) the other night I tried on my friend Mackenzie’s floorlength fox fur coat she bought for £60… and I’m having complicated feelings. Not ethical problems. I think vintage fur is probably fine? What else should we do with it, throw it in the garbage?
My feeling are contained in this Rothian interlude, aka my Jewish American Immigrant Tale….
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