Mad Max and Vintage Dior
August 13th, 2009 | M | Fashion | 6 Comments »In preparation for this evening’s blog-off with Manaboutworld I had to mention the below coat. It started with a picture but it’s ended up being a whole post because this coat has a story and it demanded a whole feature. It’s a bit of an exhibitionist and it would’ve shouted at me in French had I not given it a page so here you go Dior….
It will play with your emotions.
In my mind the end of the world started with a Christian Dior Fur Coat. 5 years ago when I first moved to London, a penniless Assistant Buyer I was on a pre-Christmas Carnaby St Ramble, hoping to salvage bargain basket gifts. I stumbled upon a vintage pop-up store in which I found the below fur coat, caught like a rabbit in the headlights – slightly avant garde for 2004, the price tag of £40 and perfect fit swayed me and I knew this roadkill had to be mine.
Self gifting complete I made my way home to inspect my purchase closer and roll around in it a bit – it’s fox fur, this is a necessary action. Before the rolling commenced I noticed some little CD buttons – cute detail – then I clocked the CD jaquard lining before discovering the big Christian Dior Label on the inside pocket. Clearly the store had neglected to notice these finer details and I got away with smuggling it out the front door. I felt like Indiana Jones and this was my Dior grail.
I’ve called it my Mad Max jacket from day one – every time I put it on I enter the Thunderdrome. If Armagedddon’s coming I’m going down in a blaze of fox fur a quilted leather glory.
It’s a great coat and it breaks down barriers. I regularly find myself speaking to people who paw the arms, not even aware they’re doing it, it has some sort of weird gravitational pull. It’s also got magic powers – it’s been the result of an invitation to be an extra in Sex and the City, it’s marched me past VIP ropes no questions asked, it’s even bagged me free food – powers that I alone do not posess. Even the veggies like it. I think if I was an animal I’d much rather be immortalised in a Christian Dior Fur Coat than be a Tesco Value Chicken. It’s also a bit of a slut and a terrible flirt. I regularly find it reclining languidly on sofas at parties beckoning boys and girls to come hither and try it on for size.
The store disappeared in a puff of smoke, kind of like Zoltar did in the film BIG but I didn’t mind, I was more than happy to stay in the magical world it had created.
Similar looks were seen on the AW catwalks and I’ll be sourcing this one for the store.
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M,
That jacket IS fine and definitely worthy of a whole post. Love the contrast of the leather jaquard panels and the fur elements making it both more wearable and a yet touch avant-garde at the same time…very envious…
If this you are Indiana Jones and this beautiful Christian Dior jacket is the holy grail, then I am the evil Nazi willing to kill for it.
Utterly fabulous!
I was just worried about getting paint thrown at it, now I have to contend with Nazis. Oh dear!
That is one helluva awesome fur jacket; the fact that it’s vintage Dior & that you bagged it for less than a nifty is just amazing.
I had a moment like that a few years ago when I found an Alaia dress for £4 in a second hand shop; it almost felt like tantamount to thievery only paying that preposterously small amount of money for it, still I wasn’t exactly complaining!
It’s little gems that make it all worth while. I’ve also nabbed a quilted Chanel bag in a charity shop in Brixton which sits quite nicely with the Dior fur coat too!
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