Oh to be Kate Moss, strolling the streets of London on a romantically fresh but chilly day – walking the dog, picking up a huge bag of Leonidas Belgian truffles and outshining your hipster hubby in a pale blue Fendi mink coat.
Does her coolness not make your heart ache with want to be so f*cking fabulous as to walk around in killer Isabel Marant biker boots, distressed jeans, a slouchy black sweater, tasseled curtain tie-backs around your neck and a ridiculously luxurious coat on your back.
Not so big?
She’s the biggest.
Even when she falls:
Which should give the anti-fur lobby a good old larf.