Faking It

In a world where Lanvin ladies run wild with their thousand dollar furs and snake skins, I live across the bay, next to San Francisco where that kind of showiness is frowned upon as fiduciary lunacy.  This explains my yarn fur-like coat, that I bought at Anthropologie a couple years ago. It's my favorite faux-opulent cardigan because it is not anywhere near real fur, but merely just the concept of it. In the east bay where I live kids run around with their bikes wearing sticker emblazonned helmets, and their parents water the yard before gettting dinner ready. No where in this real life does a woman wearing a python trenchcoat fit naturally. Around these parts, that kind of investment is better served as a second bathroom. And as much as I'd like that yacht lifestyle where my tassled loafers are the perfect accessory to my Lanvin gem-encrusted chains, I am best to realize that a resort presentation like Lanvin will never be more than just a post on my blog where I emulate the colors, compositions and tailoring.