I know fur is wrong — very, very wrong, but it's freezing inside my apartment since the idiots in charge of the building haven't yet managed to turn on the heat, and all I can think about is this luscious Marni grey mink jacket:
I would wear it all winter layered over flirty dresses, thick woolly tights and fine-knit tops with extra-long sleeves. If I believed in wearing real fur, that is. Which I don't. Ahem. Unless someone just happened to buy me the Marni jacket as a gift. Heavens! It would be rude not to accept a gift.