by Lucy Korn
Getting really deep into why I want a sheepskin coat.
I want a sheepskin coat, badly. I have wanted one for years now but for some reason it’s never worked out for me. Though the want of the thing is not what this is about, recently I have been thinking more and more about why we want things. On the surface, we believe that all our choices are ultimately our own, we drink Allpress coffee because we want to drink Allpress coffee, we paint our walls French Vanilla because we like the colour. But we all know, on some level at least, that a whole lot more shit is packed into why we have made those choices. Most of that shit, of course, comes from advertising, but there are other influences. When I think about, really think about, why I want this coat a few reasons come to mind. Logically, I want one because they are warm, and winter has well and truly arrived. Obviously I want one because the 70s is the decade en vogue. Illogically and un-obviously I want one because, to me, a sheepskin coat, a very specific style of sheepskin coat, represents something.
You’ve seen Almost Famous right? Then you know about Penny Lane. Girl, Interrupted? Then you know about Lisa. What about Alfie? Then you’d know all about Nikki. These three women, girls really, are beautiful, wild and live lives of no structure or responsibility. Each owned a sheepskin coat, a long ragged sheepskin coat that they wore as the danced the fine line between semi-rational and completely fucking crazy. This is what the sheepskin coat represents for me, a delicious and wild rebellion. The unfailingly wise Amy Poehler once said, When you have a comfortable and loving, middle-class family, sometimes you yearn for a dance on the edge. I’ve never been much of a rebel because I am a rational human being and know that that sort of shit doesn’t fly in the real world, but that doesn’t mean I can’t romanticize it. Give me that sheepskin coat and I will, at least for a little while, be free.
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