Fur on the Street

Gorgeous fur jacket! This girl is clearly well dressed for a brisk walk in the woods.

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Photos from LOOKBOOK.

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100 Days of Fur: Day 72

To read the full story on the 100 Days of Fur experiment, click here.
Rebecca Tay is taking over the experiment and wearing fur for 8 days while Yasmine is in Hawaii

While Yasmine is getting her sun on in Hawaii (lucky lady), I’m stuck here in Vancouver, where winter apparently lasts forever and the sun has decided to go into permanent retirement. Thank goodness for an interesting project!

My name is Rebecca Tay and I’m the former western editor at FASHION Magazine. Those who know me know that I love fashion, especially when it means getting dressed up, putting on ridiculous heels and bright red lipstick, and finishing with a fabulous topper—a fur one, if possible.

Rebecca Tay, fur coat, rabbit furWhen Yasmine first told me about the 100 Days of Fur two months ago, I thought it was a fantastic idea. You can imagine my surprise, then, when the time came to start my 8-day stint and I became suddenly apprehensive. What if this was, finally, the instance someone would take it upon themselves to hurl a can of bright red paint at me whilst screaming bloody murder? Uh-oh.

Alas, Saturday was my first day, and it was uneventful. Actually, that’s not true. I dove into the experiment by wearing a bright white, super-soft rabbit fur coat to brunch in Crosstown, to go shopping on Main Street, to do some errands on Davie Street, and, a few hours later, to dinner and dancing in Chinatown.Nowhere was I given a dirty look (that I noticed, anyway). Nowhere did someone stop me and say, “how dare you”. In fact, nowhere did I feel anything less than fabulous! At one point, a sales representative in a store on Davie said she loved my jacket, “especially since not everyone can wear fur.” I thanked her and thought to myself, maybe that’s because no one ever really tries to wear fur!

The best part of the day, though, came after dinner, when we headed to a gay club night at the Cobalt Motor Hotel. There, my fur coat made me the most popular girl in the club (sure, there weren’t that many girls there, but I can assure you, none of them were wearing a jacket as fabulous as mine). Lesson of Day 1: wear fur to gay clubs.

Days 2 and 3 have also been extremely uneventful: besides getting a few stares (though honestly, I think that was because I was walking along the Seawall wearing a gigantic fur scarf with Converse), I didn’t get any comments, abusive or otherwise. Instead, I’ve been warm—I’m one of those people who, without fail, leaves the house on the coldest day of the year wearing a spring jacket and no gloves—I’ve felt stylish, and, bottom line, I’m starting to like this experiment.

Rebecca Tay

*You can follow Rebecca’s experiences wearing fur here, and through her Twitter account

100 Days of Fur: Day 1

A few months ago we were trying to figure out the reasons why people don’t wear fur. Is it because of the animal welfare? For most people, I don’t think so. We all know that animals are a part of our lives, we eat them, use them to make our shoes, and we wear them on our bodies. So we have accepted that as humans, we consume animals, and providing it is done in the most ethical and sustainable ways possible, we are ok with this. I realised the reason why I don’t wear a lot of fur is beacuse I am scared of people giving me hassle.

When I thought about it, I realised that it was wrong. So wrong. How can I let someone with different beliefs than me try and tell me, or intimidate me, into not wearing what I want? It is morally wrong. Just like animal rights activists don’t stand outside Safeway and scream at people buying steaks, or no government should tell a woman to cover her face, no one should make me feel uncomfortable for wearing fur. But then I was told it isn’t the case. No one will bother you when you wear fur, I was told. Everyone has told me that aside from the rare dirty look from a teenager, they have never been hassled when wearing fur.

Day 1: uneventful.

So I decide to put it to the test, and wear fur for 100 days straight. My Montreal fur-wearing friends obviously have very few problems, as it is quite common to wear fur there. But in Vancouver, the situation is different. Animal right activists have been, well, very active recently. I want to see what will, or what won’t, happen to me if I wear fur for 100 days. This has become an experiment to benefit everyone who has a beaufiul rabbit jacket, fox collar, or mink coat, and is worried about the consequences of wearing them. I’m hoping to prove that fur is not only warm and beautiful, but it also very safe to wear.

I’ve got a few rules, or shall I say guidelines, that I am following during these 100 days.

  1. I will wear a visible item of fur every day that I leave the house (it is unlikely that I will ever have a day where I don’t leave the house, because I have a dog that needs to be walked, but if I am sick in bed, I may not be able to wear any fur. I will, however, wrap myself in a rabbit blanket for the benefit of the experiment.)
  2. Items can include coats, jackets, scarves, collars, shoes, etc… anything that has a visible piece of real fur on it. I’m aiming for the larger pieces, but I also don’t want to be seen wearing the same few coats every day for the next few months.
  3. I will photograph my outfits occasionally, and I will write a post at least once a week updating you on anything that happens
  4. I’ll be honest about the negative stuff, although I am hoping there won’t be any
  5. I’m staying anonymous throughout this experiement, simply because I don’t want the activists making my life hell, and ruining the experiment.

Today, day 1, I wore my giant hooded fur jacket with knit trim. I haven’t quite identified the fur the jacket is made out of, since I bought it vintage in Paris many years ago, but it is very warm. I went to Ikea and wore the jacket inside the entire time I was in the store (hours…) and then I went to lunch at my aunt’s where everyone asked me whether the coat was real or not. A few said it was beautiful, and I didn’t encounter a sneer or negative comment the entire day. Success!