I know. It’s easy to look at this $40K Versace Mink coat and have a flicker of jealousy, even arousal. After all, we’ve been programmed since birth for our serotonin and dopamine levels to respond to certain symbols of luxury and attainment. And yes, wearing the skins of our four-legged conquered subordinates is indeed very warm, and in this case, very stylish, like Keith Haring took a postmortem shit on it.
But let’s talk about the FORTY THOUSAND DOLLARS involved in the purchase of this item. Forty thousand dollars. Not even saying that if you’re a multibillionaire that you shouldn’t drape yourself in the most sumptuous of items, but I would fire my personal assistant for not doing this shit custom and paying $15-20K to an emerging talent to make you a one-of-a-kind boss.
Basically, this is the kind of coat I would unwrap gleefully in front of my emotionally stunted, squishy human wallet of a husband, and then text a half-naked selfie in it to the poolboy later. Lil Kim did yellow fur better in “Crush On You.”