Vice has been running a hilarious (and sobering) column for years now called London Rental Opportunity of the Week, which I stumbled on a few days ago; the author is hanging up his shingle and wrote a kiss-off to all landlords everywhere.
Last week (or was it two weeks ago?) Jen and I hit a thrift store not too far from our house on a lazy sunday. In that store, nestled among the racks of threadbare sportcoats and flasher trenchcoats, was this little red gem from the era of leisure suits and platform heels. It’s a size or two too big for me, but the stitching, color and fabric are right on.
I have no idea who Tamari is, or where they come from, but they do make a damn fine coat.
I am nothing if not a coat whore; Ask my lovely wife and she’ll tell you I have more coats than Imelda had shoes. But I couldn’t pass this one up.
Stylin’and good that it’s a bit loose. A winner!
Molly, ‘loose’ is one thing.
Four sizes too large is another thing entirely on a frame like Bill’s.
Tried to post this the other day but the comments app crashed: when your body fat percentage is about .05, you need coats and lots of them.