“A very unusual 1970s hand-made distressed leather women's coat in a fairytale style with integral capelet, toggle front closures and hand-painted floral trim. Pointed Elizabethan waistline at front and back.”
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“A very unusual 1970s hand-made distressed leather women's coat in a fairytale style with integral capelet, toggle front closures and hand-painted floral trim. Pointed Elizabethan waistline at front and back.”
Gabriela Hearst Fall 2026 RTW
Back in my early twenties when I weighed about 90lbs I was always freezing cold. For this reason I wore jackets like an exoskeleton, layering a button up, hoodie, and an outer long wool coat. The upshot of this was always having tons of pockets, in which I carried a vast array of things.
Practical things like my keys, wallet, chapstick, of course. But also less conventional things like stray buttons, paperback books, little toys, nail clippers, and open bags of candy when I offered strangers new acquaintances candy they always said yes which either says they weren’t raised right or I’m more charming than years of being told not to do that.
I really loved my coats but I did sometimes need to move quicker than they allowed. I remember a friend’s utter astonishment when I saw someone I needed to run up to and said hold my coat. He was left holding my carapace and when I returned he couldn’t stop staring. “You’re so small under there, I’ve thought you were a normal person this whole time but it was all coat!”
At the doctors office getting weighed a week or so later I asked if I needed to take off my coat and boots. She said no, and I stepped on the scale. “A hundred and twenty pounds,” she announced.
My eyebrows shot up and I said, “Sorry, hang on.” I shucked my coat and boots to her impatience and stepped back on.
Her eyes widened and she looked back from me to the coat before saying accusingly, “Ninety seven.”
I nodded and redonned my protective carapace.
Opera Coat
c. 1895
by Madame Judith, French
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Row Boats, 1966. Jerry Schatzberg. Silver gelatin.
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