I post this video not because I’m such a huge Romeo Beckham fan (although the kid’s got style game, there’s no denying it), it’s because he’s rocking the fuchsia foil trench that, by all rights, should be mine. I’ve been coveting since last summer. In fact, I ALMOST bought it over the weekend. I almost maxed out my credit card for it. Friday night, as I left the office, I had CONVINCED myself that I needed it, that I wouldn’t be complete without it, that my very EXISTENCE depended on it. Saturday morning, I woke up in a feverish sweat, trembling as I quickly showered and deodorized and did my morning ablutions. I grabbed my wallet, my keys, and a Pop Tart for the road, jumped in my car and headed for Beverly Hills. I made it as far as Wilshire and Fairfax when I started having second thoughts. I mean: It’s a FUCHSIA FOIL TRENCH. That cost $2,500. And as gorgeous and fabulous and NECESSARY as that sounds, I just didn’t know if it was ACTUALLY WORTH IT. The cost-per-wear ration would mean that I would have to wear it every day until 2014 to justify it to God. And I wouldn’t be able to write it off. And as wonderful and modern as it looks right now in this video, once H&M and Zara and Target inevitably started knocking off foil trench coats, it was going to look taaaaaaaaaacky. In fact, I could already see myself looking at it in my closet in 2015 and thinking “WHY did I ever think that was fabulous?” So I turned around. I said goodbye to my dream of owning a shiny, pink Burberry trench. Of course, when I got home, I immediatelywent online and bought an obscenely expensive St John women’s dress suit and maxed out my card ANYWAY, I don’t know what came over me. But that’s, as they, another post.
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