The year was 2008, Sophie’s first of five European Winters. Coming from a country where the climate used to be gentle (thank you, global warming), our shallow one never felt the need to buy heavy outerwear. Of course, she owned a classic, black, wool-blend coat, which came in handy when she traveled to colder destinations. But for the city, leather bikers, trench coats and bomber jackets were everything she needed… Until she had to face wintertime in Milan, Italy.
She thought the wool-blend coat would be enough, but eventually she grew colder and tired of wearing the same damn thing every single day. And so the search began and her first (and only) physical encounter with that vicious villain commonly known as the puffer jacket. Even though Sophie already knew she loathed it, she gave it a shot and tried one on. After staring at herself in a mirror, horrified at the sight of the shiny garbage bag, Michelin woman, she had two choices: Walk around town feeling warm but looking like a Thanksgiving parade balloon, about to take off. Or stick with the wool and bare the cold. She went with the wool and mastered the art of layering.
Since then, Sophie has never worn a puffer jacket again and she never will (not even Moncler). And don’t say never say never, please.
From Sophie, with love,
Illustrations: Ana Sofia Alanis
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