Mamma Earth, your K knows cotton and linen and hemp have endured centuries of being plucked from being warm and cozy sun-soaked fields, of being tormented and twisted into gorgeous garments for others’ pure pleasure and profit.
So I’ll save a plant on your big day, and rock instead this vintage ’60s minky mink.
Tailored tight to highlight my hot hourglass, it’s a classically luxe coat in espresso black that’s really a figurative green —
Vintage mink is how girls named Kristopher do recycling.