Once again, that’s: the value of investing in the right trench coat is chiefly about how well it can moonlight as several different coats. Metaphorically, this theory works fine — you should absolutely be able to watch your coat metamorphose from work appropriate to fitting for the nuances of recreational living and even to be convenient for the sake of dance-the-night-away-ing.
When it can literally be three different things though, which as fate would have it, the one photographed here can be, you’re actually at the hand of six different coats.
Why? Because the metaphor does not get lost on the facts.
So figure the above three looks as reasons to consider the break-away trench and allow me to expound.
Look #1: This is the trench coat in full motion, featuring what will become the vest and the cropped coat as worn over a set of white pseudo-intimates and paired with a fringe necklace, reflective lensed sunglasses and completely out-of-place, though decidedly befitting velvet sandals. This look seems to say, “I am going to Coachella in two weeks.” Should you prefer your look not to say that, I’d suggest forgoing the sunglasses and the necklace and instead carrying a brief case.
Jk about the brief case.
Look #2: Here, the trench coat finds itself reverse-guillotined and worn over an egg shell colored crop top from Zara that has seemingly time traveled from 1995. The combination of a) vintage Levi’s jeans and b) bona-fide mandals give the look an air of norm snore but I’d like to remind humanity that the concept of paradoxical and ironic under and overdressing predates the term that has recently become chained to it.
This look says, “I am a small coat, hear me roar.”
Look #3: Here’s the vest, which can also work as a dress, or a knee-length blouse as evidenced by the appropriated photos. Wear them with big white pants if you’d like, or a pair of culottes that say, “loins on fire” in that special dialect that only initiated women speak. Try a button up blouse + sleeves if you’d like or just approximate this because for a reason unbeknownst to me, I feel (incredulously) writerly and maybe you want to feel that way, too.
And that’s it. That’s all I’ve got. Other than this: