The items on the lust list varied depending on my mood, the weather, what I was reading, watching, who I was spending time with. They could swing from the expected to the downright wild – a giant tulle dress occupied a whole week’s worth of daydreaming. However, one item that never made it onto the list was a trench coat.
A bit boring by my bomber jacket-loving standards, trench coats never served enough bite for my sartorial appetite. Sure, they had their merit in practicality, but overall, my feeling was ‘meh’. Beyond their blandness, trench coats’ overwhelming popularity nullified their appeal. Plus, and perhaps most importantly, their traditional aesthetic surely wouldn’t work with my sporty clothes; you can’t add a beige belted coat to new-season Yeezys, can you?