**ACHTUNG**
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I am a heartFUL person. I like animals. but i also appreciate the fierce things in life. Like foxes from 1939, with crinkles on their noses, and russet tones..and their right ear falling off but we wont mention that. more then once.
There is something very raw about fur in fashion aussi, even more so in the aftermath of a peta attack, dripping red. More macabre then my usual, but dead animals have that affect on me.
In the olden days, when trends lasted a year, and consisted of colours.. block yellow, pale blue, or varying hemlines-though never higher then mid thigh, fur equaled elegance.
Though I'd still snuggle a baby fox instead of wear one anyday.For proof of my preferences I give you pics of my own little fox, who seconds as my hot water bottle. He's a grouch and a sleeper, but sits relatively still while some wierdo shoves a camera in his whiskery face, so of course i luv him. And I'm pretty sure he is head tough guy at night.
We shall listen to fleet foxes, and grizzly bear, and appreciate the elegance, and fierceness, but not condone any new generation foxiness, except the faux variety, because anything else is just heartLESS. my heART fox is exempt from this wise wise rule as the poor dear croaked in the age of elegance