Little Pink Raincoat
Life and Love In and Out of My Wardrobe
Chapter One
Little Pink Raincoat
Suddenly, on the second Sunday of March in 2003, it appeared. My "it" hit me like a coup de foudre, a French lightning bolt. Only it was American. I was zapped by the picture of a model in the "Sunday Styles" of the New York Times, wearing the Gap's little pink raincoat. Not just any little pink raincoat. No. That would be plebeian. MY little pink raincoat was the cutest, most perfect, most I've-got-to-have-you-this-very-second-or-I-will-die-lonely-and-raincoatless little pink raincoat. That's right. That's how good it was. It was my rainy day destiny.
Men move me, but not like clothes and accessories do. Or maybe they're inextricably bound. Even saying "clothes and accessories," uch, that sounds so ordinary and banal. Can any kiss, any flower, any orgasm—approximate the rush of finding That Perfect Pink Raincoat? I mean the world's grooviest raincoat. I mean the raincoat of laser-like focus and obsessive desire. The raincoat that stops you cold. The elusive on ... read full excerpt from: Little Pink Raincoat ebook
