What I bought this week: fur  Fantasy, faux, or animal pelts:
the fur flies when it comes to debating the ethics behind the
look  Why do I suddenly find myself wearing fur? Not obscene
quantities of it. I am not swathed in mink. I don't have a
bedraggled fox corpse languishing round my shoulders. But
touches of fur have sprouted within the confines of my wardrobe.
There are rabbit ear muffs; trapper hats (possibly fake,
possibly not); a profusion of shearling (in aviator jackets, on
tippets, in boots; and yes, sheepskin is fur – it is skin with
hair attached, so…). There's an abundance of fantasy (the new
name for fake) fur in there, too – on gilets and mitts, even on
one hilarious Topshop Boutique miniskirt.  How did it come to
this? Twenty years ago I would not have countenanced the idea. I
thought fur the ultimate of the evils that vacuous, vain, self-
serving man was capable of perpetrating against mild-mannered,
beautiful nature. So what's changed? Tastes. Fur was once the
preserve of unfashionable, mothb