I’m not wild (pardon the pun)
about the whole, wacky Asian exotic leather thing, where any creature with feet,
flippers or fins seems fair game. I guess it’s some women’s idea of elegant
luxury but it strikes me as decadent. So far, I have been invited to purchase handbags, clothes, ‘wayang
kulit’ style shadow puppets, art and
shoes made variously of shark, buffalo, crocodile and even stingray. My jaw
dropped when I first saw a Gladstone bag made of spangly ray leather, which looked a
bit like a cane toad had mated with some
sandpaper, then taken a shower in Fairyland.
I can’t help but visualize the
poor creatures, still alive and in their wholeness: a backpack the wingspan of
a live angry stingray, flailing to be put down; a pair of traditional
pointy-toed Siamese shoes made from whole baby alligators, their slim snouts
forming the skyward Mr Curly curve in an attempt to wriggle free of human toes;
a small shark draped fetchingly from a chic shoulder, calculating how much of a
flying leap would be required to make it back to the beach.
Maybe if it was the same ray that
‘got’ Steve Irwin, I’d feel okay about it. Highly unlikely though, so I reckon
I’ll pass, kop kun ka very much for the offer.
ไม่มีความคิดเห็น:
แสดงความคิดเห็น