There’s a really worrying trend in London right now. And that’s women wearing real fur. After hardly seeing any pelts for a while, now it’s becoming more common again. I spotted a stall in Covent Garden selling ‘vintage’ furs for £100, as though they were cool. The demand seems to be there.
I can’t tell you how upsetting I find this. I’m not a tree-hugger, hell I haven’t even been vegetarian for years. I eat meat, I wear leather shoes. But I will not wear the skin of an animal that has been caged, poisoned, drowned, or skinned alive. The idea repels me.
It’s cold alright in the UK at the moment, but it’s not so cold a big puffa jacket or wool coat and a hat wouldn’t protect you. It’s not Russia, FFS.
Fur should stay on the backs of the animals it was designed to protect. So I’d rather go naked than wear fur. It might not be pretty, but at least I can look at myself in the mirror.