It is hard to image the rural herders who "supplied" the Mongolian goat and Tibetan lamb abiding by the fur industry's "Origin Assured" standards which say "The fur in this product comes from a country where national or local regulations or standards governing fur production are in force."
And it's also hard to image a woman in most major cities wearing such a Bo Peep look--"A markhor's grace; a lamb's magnificent fluff," extols the copy-- even if fake.
Because, in addition to the cruelty, one of the reasons women increasingly reject fur is its ungainly inappropriateness for everything--including the mountains the model-goats climb. In page after page the models trip and stumble in their coats and platform shoes, holding their ostrich and crocodile clutches--hey, Vogue is consistent--like the ultimate kept bimbos. (There is not enough cocaine in the world to make this shoot work their faces seem to be saying.)
Selling fur by showing women helpless in it--and comparing wearers to the animals trapped, gassed and electrocuted--seems like a joke.
And maybe it is.
Strapped on one of the models' feet are Mary Janes by vegan designer Stella McCartney, the copy says. It is doubtful she participated in the shoot.
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