Once upon a time I used to think fake fur just wasn’t good enough … if anything it said the owner was cheap and nasty. Don’t get me wrong … I’m not a gun toting hunter! Fake fur just seemed … well … really fake … and I’ve bought my fair share of the stuff too! I never had a problem with leopard print or snake skin print on fabrics however. Nor did I have a problem with using leather … indeed I’m probably the first person to ever use fish leather (yes there is such a thing) inserts on a swimsuit.
Today while reviewing the Victoria Secret Fall range for 2010 I found myself unimpressed with the animal prints. Well made lingerie, animal print and a beautiful body should scream out “buy me, buy me!” to the average target audience member … yet it didn’t. Had I switched sides? Had my recent extended playing of Mariah Carey songs destroyed any remaining testosterone? Had I just seen too much animal print over the years and found myself hoping for something more creative? I shrugged and moved to the next photo … it was exactly the same garment but no print. Ding ding! The garment spoke to me again. I didn’t even like the colour. I was thrown into the chaos of thinking that somewhere along the line I’d found even the illusion of animal skin products a huge turn off. Was it a momentary insanity (let’s face it I have my fair share of those moments) … had I been swayed by the tree huggers media campaigns? … or had I woken to a new epiphany (be fair, it could happen right?).
I typed animal print fashion into Google Images, watched the images flood down the screen, and suddenly the “ewww” hit me and I knew what it was …
Before I explain the “what” (at least for me), try it yourself and tell me how it affects you … surely I can’t be the only one feeling this?