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March 31, 2004

Fur District Follies

So, I started working at Facts on File recently, which is located on 31st between 6th and 7th. This puts me right at the south end of the garment district, which turns out to be Furrier Central. I have never seen such horrible faux couture!

But here's a spoonful of sugar before you have to swallow the nasty, nasty fur coats -- a few lovely suits from a custom tailor on 7th Avenue.

How hot is a man in a bespoke suit? I hope to find out someday; in the meantime the garb itself is mighty sharp.

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They also do tailoring for women -- I'm in love with the collars on these suits.

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And now for something completely different. I like to imagine this window display is titled, "Have you bought your spring fur, madame?"

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Here is a pair of pastel abominations.

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If you've never considered playing basketball while wearing fur, well, why haven't you? I mean, you can get a perfectly nice jersey for only $2995 on 29th Street.

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I'm especially fond of the one in LSU colors -- Geaux Tigers!

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Here's the vile, disgusting, ineffably horrid thing that made me want to bring a camera to work: a coat in which the fringe is made of little tiny feet!

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Did you hear me? Little tiny feetsies!

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In case you're feeling some ambivalence about how street you seem to the other folks on the train platform, here's a jacket that embodies that ambivalence: a shearling hoodie.

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And if the burden of being a big tough firefighter becomes too much to bear, you can always line your fire hat with fur. No, really, you can.

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After seeing so many critter skins, it was nice to run across some real live fur right where it belongs. On a huge dog.

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When I get back to the office and it sounds like there's a party going on downstairs, I'll know who to blame: the guys at this establishment, right next door at ground level.


The jokes write themselves, people. I'm just a conduit.

This concludes our tour of ghastly garments. I'll be sure to post an update when the windows change.

Posted by Rose at March 31, 2004 12:02 AM


Feet! Aggh! That's really, really frightening.

Posted by: Kath at March 31, 2004 09:10 AM

Which just echoes my comment yesterday of "what are these people smoking, and will they share so that normal people might actually like this stuff?"

Posted by: Lisa at March 31, 2004 12:01 PM

You work for Facts On File? Go you!

Posted by: David. at March 31, 2004 01:06 PM

...and since 'rathaus' means city hall in German, that would be F. City Hall & Son, Inc. How weird is that??

Posted by: caroline at April 2, 2004 08:14 PM