October 31, 2015 |
There’s something very confident about a man in fur, no? And when I say fur, I don’t mean some classically tailored men’s overcoat lined in a bit of fox for warmth, or a trim on the hood of a parka. I mean fur. A full-blown, oversized and golden-in-tone fur coat. It sends a statement out into the world: “I am a man of confidence, of refined tastes. I am man who, above all, likes to stay warm when the temperature drops and look good doing so.” Not that you need fur to stay warm in this era, unless you happen to be living in the furthest reaches of Siberia, where the temperature does actually drop (in fact, barely rises). Anyway, the fur here, this soft, golden-tinged creation, with the slightly popped-up collar and full sleeves, which hangs with a sophisticated weight, the weight of luxury, from the shoulder, is by Guglielmo Capone. I like to call it a throwback fur. A throwback to the time when men wore fur. When men in fur didn’t elicit suspicious glances. It harks back to the era of disco. An era when fur was unisex. Well, look at most furs from back then – apart from a difference in size, and the number of foxtails hanging off it, they were pretty much gender neutral. It also harks back to a time when, to make an entrance, you just casually draped one over your shoulder and then over your chair. (Never leave a fur in coat check.) Well, now that time is back. Once again, men can be men. Once again, they can wear fur.
taken from Issue 42 of 10 Men, on newsstands now…
