Like a lot of people, I have a complicated relationship with buying fur -- there's something sooo decadent about it, it just makes you feel like you're in an old movie. Buying vintage is friendlier to the planet, and there are some pieces in really great shape that you can get at a super reasonable price. I've also found that fur breaks down easily if you wear it for more things than feeling like you're in an old movie, so spending less money makes it less precious, and something I'm willing to wear for all kinds of everyday occasions.
This particular jacket was a flea market find -- it's a little on the large size, with extra oversized slouchy shoulders. I have no idea where it's from, but I do know it's hand sewn -- I found the sewing need in the sleeve (!). (Actually, I found it when it stabbed me. I fished the needle out of the sleeve and promptly checked the date of my last tetanus shot ;).
And this particular occasion was meeting my boyfriend's boss -- a baller creative director/tastemaker. It was an impromptu meeting after work, and I didn't have time to go home and change into anything more normal, or more thought-out for the occasion. But I walked on to the bar's patio and he seemed pretty psyched about my resemblance to an arctic mammal. It was a good reminder not to dilute your fashion choices when you're walking into a new environment -- just be you.