Fur fetish

A personal essay on a vintage coat.

I had purchased the coat a summer earlier on the advice of a stylish friend who sashayed around in an enormous pearl mink handed down from her great-aunt.We found mine at an antique market in Thornbury, Ont., among porcelain teacups and yellowing Life magazines. It was a vintage Alan Cherry from the seventies, muskrat and raccoon. A wide leather belt cinched the waist and a woman’s name was embroidered on the grey satin lining. The coat made me look like a working girl crossed with a bear, just the look I was going for.


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