New York has been unseasonably warm over our time here. Hell, I would have called t-shirt weather on the latter half of last week. As a result, my beloved hulking menswear jacket has not held as much street relevance as I’d hoped when I took the packing gamble on its significant weight against my prospective shopping (alas – I fear my luggage will be severely overweight by the time 2015 rolls around). But, of course, I am not a woman to be swayed by the weather. More truthfully, I never get around to checking the weather until after I’ve been rained on, or sweated profusely running around in a leather onesie. No no – the jacket would stay, and I would busy myself knocking people out Bowser style with its prominent hood horns on the subway and in Times Square.
Interestingly, though I suppose not unexpectedly, I have received a huge number of compliments on the thing from men and nothing but confused looks from women young and old. Granted, the guys who have publicly enthused over the coat’s weighty shell, slightly reflective fabrication, heavy duty (and I mean heavy duty) hood, and sleeves that fall past my hands completely, have been at least six feet tall and almost always wearing military boots of sorts. That, and only two of the seventeen dudes Alex and I have tallied thus far actually included that it looked good on me – rather, the majority seemed to be more of a girl-gimme-that-coat situation. Admittedly, too, most of the sassy female side-eye has come from tourist ladies with barrel-curled hair, sequined beanies, and maybe-she’s-born-with-it mascara favouring their outer lashes. You know what I’m saying.
Most importantly though, is that for all its aggression, this coat fills the gap between fashion fashion and puffy quilted jackets that everybody loves to hate, but come February must either succumb to or cry from frostbite.
More succinctly, this coat is the solution to your problems. Including leather pant camel-toes.