Speaking of fur, I just read a very interesting article from the Telegraph. Writer Bryony Gordon tells of how it’s unthinkable to wear fur in London. It’s just not done as it is in New York, Prague, and Milan. “Not unless you want a black eye,” she writes.
The statistics, however, tell another story: fur is flying off the shelves again. H M Revenue & Customs says that more than 1,000 tons of fur was imported into Britain last year. The British Fur Trade Association says that sales of fur have increased by a third in the past two years, creating a market worth Â£500 million a year.
Madonna was seen wrapped in chinchilla just last week. Gordon wanted to get to the bottom of this. She was sure that if she wore fur on the streets of London, she would be covered in red paint faster than you can say “Beyonce“. Turned out that wasn’t the case.
Just as I was beginning to think that the world had gone mad, a woman marched up to our table. “At last!” I thought, “someone who will rightly throw a glass of wine all over me.” But no. “Is that fox?” she asked, proceeding to stroke me. By the end of the evening, another two people had come up to have a feel.
By now even I was beginning to see the attraction of wearing fur. It is soft, sensual and makes you feel sophisticated. And, at one point, someone even told me I looked classy (and, believe me, that has never happened before).
All of which is deeply worrying. While many of the skins used for fur coats are by-products of the meat industry, there are still animals who have been drowned, electrocuted or skinned alive specifically to be worn by women who pride themselves on only eating meat that is organic.