For some people, the rules about fur coats, stoles etc (ie they are bad) change when the item in question is ‘vintage’. Why is this?
Because if anyone is familiar with that scene in Ghostbusters II where a snooty woman’s white mink fur coat gets into contact with some of the pink goop and turns into a bunch of snarling minks eager for revenge, you’ll know that ‘vintage’ fur was once as alive and kickin’ as ‘new’ fur.
I think that those who only buy vintage fur rely on two main arguments, namely:
1) The money I spend on this item will go to a charity/vintage shop, not a fur producer, and will therefore not support the ongoing production of fur, and:
2) It’s vintage baby!
This, of course, is complete codswallop. The continued glamourisation of mink, fox, ermine or whatever other pelt one fancies draping all over oneself is an endorsement of the trade as much as going to one of those sleazy fur boutiques on Collins Street or in Crown Casino (these are the people you’re mixing with, vintage fur lovers…). And even if you do feel like Marilyn Monroe or Ava Gardner sashaying around in an oversized, plushy fur garment, the reality is that you probably look a whole lot more like a pimp/J. Lo/someone who shops at Crown Casino, only on a budget. Read the rest of this entry »
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