A friend and I were talking recently about a particular brand of Chicago woman: the Fur Coat Broad. The Fur Coat Broad, or FCB for short, emerges from temperature-controlled storage units in the winter and can typically be found scuttling to and from work in the Loop, sometimes with a matching hat, sometimes in tennis shoes. There is no shame in her game, she fears no recrimination. It may be the warmth-by-any-means-necessary mentality bred by Chicago winters, but fur doesn't seem to carry the taboo here that it does in other cities. I love the FCB, she's like the groundhog, except that seeing her always means more winter. I inherited a full-length fur from a family member, and I've yet to wear it. There's something about fur coats that seem to me like anachronisms, or at the very least markers of time served. You have to have lived, you must be a broad. They're like church hats, if you're not an elder of the community, take it off. I feel like I'm playing in my grandmother's closet whenever I put it on. It's a level of glamour, eccentricity, and give-no-fucks that I haven't earned yet.
So maybe that's why the bright faux fur offerings of the season appeal to me. They let me play at being an FCB. All the more appropriate that my fur coat mascot originates from the world of children's cartoons. What would Gossamer wear? (For the uninitiated, George was a classic character from the Looney Tunes universe.)
Vibrant multi-colored furs were seen on many Fall 2014 runways. Color-blocked, striped, Mondrian, or shaggy, the classic fur has been made even more ostentatious, and yet somehow more relatable. Here are a few options for you broads in the making. Add jeans, a t-shirt, and great boots and you're all set.
If you're not ready to go full Gossamer, try a colorful scarf.