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Saturday, May 14, 2016

Agnes in Manhattan

For some reason she truly enjoyed venturing out among the common people.  It even gave her pleasure to associate with them when she became bored.  Presently it had been several months since she had experienced anything more droll than a Viennese opera or a hot nightclub in Amsterdam.
Perhaps the masses intrigued her because she had once been “common” herself long, long ago.  The memory was so distant that it was less of a recollection than something she simply knew to be true about her past.
Of course, there had been nothing common about Agnes in quite some ages.  Even among the thousands of anonymous, faceless people that surrounded her now, she was quite extraordinary.  She was a tall, elegant silhouette in sleek black leather.
A posh wide-brimmed hat made of glossy black leather was cocked at a jaunty angle on her brow.  Her head and neck were wrapped entirely in a scarf of shimmering ebony silk traced with gold thread.  Not a single strand of her blond hair could be seen.  Only the pale oval of her face remained exposed.  The ends of the scarf were tucked neatly inside the collar of her white blouse that stuck out stiff and tall about her throat. 

The collar of her leather coat was turned up around her neck.  The down-sloping edge of her hat overlapped the high-standing collar so that her face was clearly visible only from the front.  From a profile or from behind the collar of her coat and the broad hat purposely shielded her face from wind, rain, or unwanted view.
The pointed lapels of her coat tapered in acutely to fasten above her breasts.  The glistening second button of her blouse centered neatly within the notch between them.  Seven buttons sealed her coat in a long glittering row down the front.  Each button puckered the soft leather into shiny, shifting ripples that extended outward to her prominent curves.
Her plush coat was quite warm and yet finely tailored to flatter her hourglass figure.  The leather molded in gleaming smoothness over the roundness of her breasts and hips.  The back belt gathered the waist inward and caused the leather to crease this way and that about her torso.
Endless panels of liquid lambskin flowed around her long legs.  The rear gusset was so generous that she could stride easily with the walking vent completely buttoned.
Her shiny leather boots flashed in and out beneath the hem of her coat.  Her step bounced with the confidence of a runway model and she clicked her heels loudly.  Her hands were snug in their leather gloves, but she kept them buried deep in her cashmere lined coat pockets as she set out along the city sidewalks.
A blouse, skirt, and leather coat; this was Agnes’ signature look.  She had worn some variation of this outfit almost daily for many years.  She had strolled along the city streets of Stockholm, Casablanca, and Istanbul dressed in the same timeless apparel.
The simplicity of it appealed to her greatly.  In years past, fashion had dictated that Agnes be trussed up in clothes that were intolerably restrictive, pinching, and bothersome.  Her modern clothes were extremely comfortable, providing her luxurious warmth while showcasing her beauty with effortless refinement.
At a glance, she was a svelte feminine figure sculpted entirely of shiny black leather.  Even the pristine white collar of her blouse melded within the bright highlights reflected from her lustrous leather coat.

Dressing Agnes

“Which coat do you wish to wear today Madam?”  Madeline asked.  

It was superfluous to ask if Agnes wanted to wear a leather coat.  It was merely a question of which one.
“My single-breaster.  The one with the notched lapels,” Agnes said stepping over to her parlor window with her hands clasped in front of her hips.  

Her hair glowed like gold fire and her blouse blazed blinding white in the sunlight.  Her shapely bum gleamed in her leather skirt as she leaned forward to look out the bay window.
She clapped her gloved hands and bounced on her heels.  She was just going for a walk and yet she seemed to be near bursting with excitement.  Madeline wished she could tap into just an ounce of the perky energy that constantly bubbled inside Agnes.
 
Madeline returned to the foyer.  The smell of leather perfumed the air as Madeline opened the coat closet.  Spreading the garments apart and withdrawing the coat Agnes’ wanted produced a symphony of creaking.  The leather coat peeled away from the one behind it with a sticky rustling before flowing out with a dramatic swish.
There actually were two long wool coats, a classic beige trench coat, and a slick, black mac in the closet as well.  It was rare that Agnes ever wore them, though.  European through and through, Agnes thought little of wearing a leather coat in the pouring rain.  The anxiety wearing leather in the rain caused Americans puzzled her.
Madeline stopped for a moment to admire Agnes’ coat.  The brilliant way it shined in the morning sunlight caught her attention.  Madeline wondered if she had seen it before because it didn’t look familiar.  Agnes owned so many leather coats, though, that it was difficult to remember the exact details of each one.  This coat was truly a masterpiece, even among Agnes’ exclusive wardrobe.
The leather was cool, buttery pleasure to touch.  Fifty-six-inches of the smoothest grain lambskin ran over Madeline’s hands with liquid suppleness.  The vastness of all the leather gave the coat a palpable weight to match its quality.  The leather was so well broken in that it melted in her grasp.  Her fingers sank into the heavenly softness, eliciting a low, continuous creaking similar to the purring of a petted cat.

Petite lady in a powerful coat


Riding the rail in leather coats





Could be the cover of a romance novel. Just lovely.


Friday, May 13, 2016

Patient lady in a leather jacket


On the town in a leather coat



Running errands in the leather maxi coat


Eliza Dushku Promo shots for Dollhouse 2009




Encore shots of Margot Robbie in this great leather ensemble


Margot Robbie in The Wolf of Wall Street




Tragically this scene was cut from the film.  Margot Robbie is truly a gorgeous bombshell, but dressed in leather... Lord have mercy!

Buttery woman


An actual late 1980s leather coat




Leather delight


Chocolate leather vintage coat


I am not sure why this young lady wanted to sell this coat.  She looks amazing in it!

Martina McBride accepting an award 2008, stunning in a black leather maxi coat. Gorgeous.




Second-hand beautiful



Casual magnificence from Metrostyle 2011


Burgundy leather coat, collar up, Metrostyle

So nice to see on city sidewalks years ago


Late 1980s style leather coat


Venetian leather


Did he forget me?


Traveling in style


Teri Hatcher in "A Touch of Fate" 2005