We Mazzolas are usually fashionably late; yes, even when it comes to spring cleaning. This weekend was devoted to combing through our closets, and these photos are from my mom's. She's had these two fur coats since before I was born, before my sister was born, and maybe even before she was married. I've had to do my fair share of research on the fur industry for various class assignments, and I've come to the following conclusion: its methods and principles are absolutely horrific, but the product is phenomenal. Feeling the softness in your hands is like nothing else. These two jackets in particular remind me of the glamour of old Hollywood; they just seem so lavish and elegant. 1930s Hollywood is a huge inspiration for me; I've always adored vintage-y things, but my appreciation for this particular decade was solidified a couple of months ago when I was working on the summer assignment. What affects me most about the time is the attitude; there's a certain ownership of self that the women who wore those clothes possessed and exuded. Looking at and feeling these coats was all I needed to whisk me away into that time. Ahh.
Drop dead gorgeous (too soon?) -- seriously. I love how the horizontal lines are so prominent; it's like getting to peek into how the jacket was constructed.
The softness and silkiness is almost unbearable. In this rabbit jacket (obviously, I put it on), I can't handle how fabulous I feel. Could you imagine making someone feel that amazing when he or she wears your clothes? Ahh. One day.
This one's mink. It isn't as soft as the rabbit, but, trust me, it's soft enough. The thin vertical lines, for me, evoke a very specific image of the woman who wears it. She's pretty fabulous, just so you know.
Joan Crawford. 1932. Letty Lynton. Meow.
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