experiments with style - fur

As per january tradition, I hit the sales with my girlfriends, a credit card and a vengeance this year. While they zeroed in on investment pieces and all-season basics, yours truly only had eyes for the rack of soft, sensual, luxurious faux fur way in the back of the store.
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Standard shopaholic justifications of how i could carry it with me when i travel and how fur will always be 'in' ensued, but my friend dragged me out of the store declaring that i'd never be able to wear faux fur in Bombay.
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Ever a lover of experimentation and shameless shock value, I took this as a challenge and went ahead and bought myself this gorgeous gilet. Paired with a basic tee and jeggings in a monochrome palette, nobody in the mall or at the restaurant after whispered, did a double take or smothered a giggle.
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Delighted at the encouraging response, I took her out again few days later. Only this time, to street shopping and a movie. As anticipated, everything that I had feared the first time round came true. Still, I soldiered on and re-wore her to a party a few nights later with a white dress, black tights, 6 inchers and sparkly bijoux where she had her shining moment.

{ jeggings : gift from mom, top : hill road, faux fur gilet : promod, booties : bought in london, bag : colaba, necklace and ring : gifts from nelly, sunnies : prada minimal baroque }

The verdict : If you're a faint-hearted fur-lover, wear your fur where it's fancy. 'Nuff said.
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Bisou bisou,
Anusha