For the last two weeks, I’ve been taking photos of the interesting coats I encounter when I’m out. I didn’t mean to specifically start cataloguing coats, but that’s what’s been moving me on the streets and in the markets.
None of the coats wreak of the kind of good taste we’ve acclimated ourselves to expecting — there’s good tailoring out there, and with the exception of a few expressions that play off the flirtation between shoe and hat (or head of hair) —
Or shopping bag and newspaper —
I am, for the most part, taking great pleasure in the more feminine or fuzzy shapes. Be they the coats —
Or the dogs hidden in the coats.
…Or the dogs who don’t need coats because they’re too cool (hot?) for that shit.
Actually, I want to dress like that one.
But I’m digressing.
All fall long, I wrote about how to dress your coat as opposed to what to put on underneath it, then it occurred to me that I care so much about the coat because I’m spending more time in rather than out (officially speaking, we are post post-pandemic), so it doesn’t feel like the thing that’s covering my outfit so much as it does the actual outfit.
Which therefore means all the focus goes to the outerwear. (And when it’s not a fuzzy freak, the accessories for the outerwear.)
So the thesis becomes that any kind of personal style expression I am trying to make — any sort of risk I want to take or concept I want to break down or understand should be reflected in the coat.
And if the whimsical levity of the paradoxically heavy, fake fur collars I’m drawn towards indicate anything, I am pretty sure it is that our freaky coat era’s coming.
This freaky coat era is in fact a byproduct of a broader trend that is landing, which looks towards the softer side of the 70s.
No doubt a result of Chloe’s new look, more recently doubledowned-on by Alessandro Michele’s (albeit a bit more preppy) Valentino.
The end of “good taste” has been well documented, as has a celebration of authentic weirdness. In tandem with these expressions, I’ve been trying to understand my countering desire for simpler clothes — tissue turtlenecks, outfits constructed entirely of black. Within them, a small twinge of unhinge has consistently been coming through. Minaudieres dripping in tassels (or a suede sack with a fringe bottom), Driesian trim collars, chubby hip-hugging belts and now I’m starting to think that maybe the simplicity has represented more of a purgatory. A liminal period of style-gestation that has yet to reach term but which is gearing up for delivery. A new era is so close to here.
And because leather is forever…
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Have a good week,
Leandra
Not just the coats! Long jersey knit dresses with pointy collars, big blown out hair, platform shoes.... the 70's are coming back!
That’s me in the first photo in my aunt’s vintage raccoon coat from Creeds (an old luxury mini-department store in Toronto, where she was from)! The speedcats on the other hand were $40 on Depop…
I’m just hoping Chemena Kamali’s 70s revival influence keeps making cuffs and collars bigger and bigger.