My love for real fur was triggered at age five or six. When playing in my grandparents’ house with my cousin, we discovered my late grandmother’s wardrobe. It was just incredible. It had silk dresses, high heels and a beautiful cropped white-rabbit-fur jacket. My cousin and I used to dress up and create short films with my aunt’s camera where we would play worldly women. As we were so little, the jacket fitted us like an ankle-length coat and had this regal feeling that we loved so much.
