It’s not that I don’t like the coat. I love it. In fact, it’s one of the best purchases I have ever made. I fell so hard at a Minnesota Consignment-Store-Which-Shall-Not-Be-Named (a girl has got to keep some things to herself) that I didn’t think twice about its size (approximately 2-3 sizes larger than Ms. Marant intended for it to be worn, it seems). It is totally wearable and pairs well with almost everything. The dollar-per-wear statistic has reached a minuscule amount. In two words: worth it.
I just can’t seem to understand why the coat draws so much attention. It’s lovely, sure. It’s easy and breezy – check. It’s well-designed and of quality construction. I appreciate all of these things. But I am the owner. And typically, I tend to like things that don’t always please the masses (see: “Some Dolls are Cool” for more on this). I’d love to have some concrete answers to offer up here; but unfortunately, that is not the case. Further analysis on the subject will be undertaken. Obviously, this is a serious matter.
Thanks to all of the complimentary people of the world, I know this coat must work for me – whatever the reason. I’m fairly certain that in order to fulfill my destiny, I must wear this piece of outerwear to every job interview and impression-forming meeting from now until the end of time. Below-freezing temps? No question. 90 degree heat? Whatever, coat! I’ll wear you anyway. You ooze me-ness but somehow make me seem way cooler than I actually am. This can work to my advantage. Thanks for the fake-out tool, Lady Isabel.
(Photo cred: Benjamin Leis; from September 2012, Lake Pepin, MN)