Sunday, May 18, 2014
The nubbly greyness of this jacket reminds me of London in the rain, or perhaps a particularly aristocratic riverbed. Macro urban wilderness, or the quiet floor of a waterscape.
I think the heavy English association is because a rough-textured marbling of charcoal and white is called "heather grey", in homage to that plant which frequently sprawls through British novels. For example: Georgette Heyer's Regency romances, or Agatha Christie's canon of sinister mysteries. Contrary to the term's popular use, heather blooms a soft purple. But English moors are famous for grey melancholia--think of all the sad bits in The Secret Garden, or iconic scenes from Wuthering Heights (which I haven't read or watched, but still).
Bright orange lipstick ("Siren") and my floral mint dress lighten the outfit's overall color palette, emphasizing the season. Hooray for spring!
For the record, I can't tell whether the fur collar is faux, but since the jacket was both vintage and a gift, I'm not worried about it. Also for the record, I'm tentatively against harvesting real fur for clothing, with the exception of subsistence hunters, but as a non-vegan I feel hypocritical taking that position. Thoughts?