During my time in Florence, I walked about 20 miles. What can I say? I had no agenda and the sun was shining. What else was there to do?
Strolling around on both sides of the Arno, I took note of a few things. First, there were the dogs. It seemed like everywhere I turned, people were walking through the city with their dogs. Dachshunds and golden retrievers were the most frequent breeds spotted, but Frenchies and Pomeranians were also well represented. Many of the dogs were unleashed, but well trained and remained at their owner’s side.
Of course, it made me miss Jeter and wish that I could transport him to my side.
The other fur that was everywhere came in the form of coats and jackets. Women in Florence seem to really appreciate fur.
There were gorgeous coats, often in mink, that women wore with a casual elegance. You might be surprised to learn that I have a mink coat of my own. My position on fur attire is this: I think farming for fur is a practice that should be over. But, vintage fur coats, in my mind, are fair game. Continuing to wear a jacket or coat that was manufactured decades ago, in a way, somehow makes the deaths of the animals feel slightly less tragic. Making use of the animals’ skins for 40 or 50 years almost perpetuates their life in a way.
That’s my rationalization and I’m comfortable with it. I also wear leather and cashmere and wool. We all draw our own lines, don’t we?
In addition to the beautifully tailored genuine furs, there were plenty of people wearing fun fake furs. Vivid colors, bright patterns and exaggerated long haired versions were everywhere.
Of course, there were plenty of people sporting down puffer coats and sleek leather*, but the furs, in every variety, really stuck out to me. Being in Italy at the holidays is a new experience for me and I’m really enjoying the winter fashions on display.
Sorry, Brigitte Bardot. R.I.P.
*I’d be remiss if I failed to mention the popularity of faux leather leggings. Wish I had thought to pack mine!
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