more coats, from france
Part of literally is keeping you up to date with my clothing.
Because the thing about moving to a new place is all about the clothing.
Previously in Melbourne, I had no coats, in fact for years i owned no coats or jumpers.
Obviously in London this is not an option.
So i picked up my harris tweed coat that i got at the jesus store.
But the Harris tweed, shown surveying Cornwall and beyond, is a light coat, an autmn evening type affair.
Apparently you need a few over here.
So while i was in Paris i found myself a little second hand clothing store in Jewtown (also known as Le Marias) and went digging for gold.
This was a couple days into the trip, and the tweed just wasn’t getting the job done, at the eifell tower i was envying everyone elses warmth.
Shopping at a second hand store, whether clothes, books or records, is the only shopping i enjoy, and doing so in Paris, even if it was a necessity was proper cool.
So i made my to the male coats section, after a quick look at gentleman’s trousers and what i found was a wonderful array of old war coats.
There were heaps of them, and they all looked like they would actually keep me warm.
They weren’t long, but they had insulation, were water proofed, and they were tonnes of them.
I tried on about 15 before i found one that fit, and i was a little disappointed because it was only like 20 years old.
I thought this was a great find, only 20 euros and a pretty good fit.
That was before i was alerted to this.
A genuine world war 2 coat.
A swedish world war 2 airforce coat (i think).
made in 1941.
The above one is slightly different, mine is more grey.
As its swedish it has blood stains in it.
It was only 35 euros, on the net they range between 80usd and 200usd.
France has given me warmth, and Quick.
Not bad france, not bad at all.
When I felt like a Londoner
No, it wasn’t being morally outraged by children care workers.
No, it wasn’t when I stabbed that man on the bus.
And no, it wasn’t when I apologised to that stupid girl at the oval who bumped into me.
It was when I bought a coat.
A harris & tweed coat.
It’s grey and has more pockets than that elephant god would need.
It cost me 5 quid.
I purchased it at a Jesus Church in South London.
And it is warm.
It’s not like a Melbourne coat that is just designed to stop the Southerly giving you the chills, this is old school warmth, so the lord can check his manor and sodomize a maid in the barn late at night whilst keeping himself at a proper comfort level.
So far my “I need them for London” purchases are, ear bud ear plugs, water proof boots, a cagoule/pakkiemack/portable rain jacket, and this spiffy coat.
This has been by far the best buy I have made in London.
I have always preferred per loved/soiled clothing.
But even more so is the pure Brittianess of it, I feel like saying tally ho every now and then when I wear it.
Ofcourse it’s not all Britannia when I have it on, cause I wear my Collingwood scarf under it.
They suit each other well.
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