I admit I doubt the necessity of a camel coat,
except of course for a camel, though I suppose
I see the logic of the pea coat in the colour
of mushy peas, but despite its Italian provenance,
I’d put it with the vermilion British shoes rather
than the animal-printed pony loafers, which
would catch eyes indoors but don’t seem
quite fitting for the winter weather that
would require the coat.
The evening wear in green and purple velvet
I could definitely go for, but where and when
do I ever need to wear a dinner jacket
in any colour, in velvet or otherwise?
The floral embroidered jacket, though,
could perhaps double for daytime
wear, if paired with jeans or cords
and the right shoes, maybe polished
monks or rugged boots in colored suede…
Skinny jeans with bulging cargo pockets?
Well, I grant the practical need,
but, really, could that look be stylish
on anyone besides an anorexic teen?
Those Adidas trainers in zebra print
complete with tails are brilliant,
I have to say, though I’m sure I
would look foolish wearing them,
despite my taste for adventurous footwear.
And trenches! Every designer breathing
seems to have one on offer, the ubiquitous
belted coats that all look like, well, trenches;
I mean really, what can you do?
So Tommy trims it down a bit
and Burberry makes it shiny,
but we miss our Alex McQueen.
T. Allen Culpepper