I'mma be straight. I've been getting into B's clothes while he's not here. I pulled out this gem the other week and haven't been able to take it off yet. I even was so bold as to wear it to Stockholm, knowing that I could have been made to leave it there. But it seems he understood how much I love it these days, so back to Paris it came.
And, oh yeah, it's reversible. Beat that.
Though I usually find myself wearing the tiger side out. I'm telling you, I wear this jacket almost every day. Sometimes I feel kinda like I'm in the final scene from Grease.
Oh, and I must mention that the too-cool lady at Colette was trying to contain herself over it when she asked if she could see the back, too. I wanted to pull a "neiner-neiner, it's MY jacket" type thing, but I smugly kept it together.
You wish, Colette saleslady. You wish.
(Vintage Japan jacket from some store in LA some years ago on a trip with B.)