so this weekend was controversial. maybe.
i went out with two boys. both wore a camel coat. one is quite a lot older than me. one is quite a lot younger than me.
both were sporting, unintentionally, the um 'coat of the season'. but. in very different ways.
on one it is the epitome of style. dapper. sophistication and a statement of status. he's made it, everything's okay and that's all that matters. he is in fashion and also resents this burgeoning camel 'trend' having worn said coat for years.
on the other, it is still a statement yet laced with irony. it's an aspiration. and it's vintage. it doesn't quite work and it really does all at once. he's in music and hadn't realised it was a 'trend', it just belonged to his dead dad.
i'm not obsessed with camel coats. or boys that wear them.
seems fine and shopping for jokes.