I like to think I know myself. Know my style. But apparently I really don’t know it as well as I thought I did.
Early last year, I was seduced by all those fabulous street style photos of ladies wearing moto jackets with prim pencil skirts, and flowing, pleated maxis. The biker chick meets modern chic trend was just too good, and I wanted in on it.
I thought, a black leather jacket is perfect for me!
I’m a leather-lover, and black leather, both faux and real, exist in abundance in my closet. I have skirts and dresses, boots galore, gloves, bags, and one fox collar-trimmed leather blazer. So I thought a black leather motorcycle jacket (when I procured the perfect one), would become a beloved, well-worn piece. Something I’d reach for over and over.
I started looking for the perfect moto jacket, which proved to be a feat: most have silver hardware. And I wanted gold. Of course.
Eventually, the right jacket at the right price point materialized. I didn’t want to spend a lot, but I didn’t want faux leather either. I know from experience that faux leather jackets are insufferably hot, so it had to be leather, and under $200. Eventually I found a lovely specimen, and ‘Grammed it, because that’s what you do:
Since I found the jacket in summer last year, it sat in my closet for months, waiting patiently for cooler weather and the chance to come out and play. Finally, in September, there was a morning that was cool enough to wear it. I wore it to the car dealership for about 30 minutes, and then it spent the rest of the morning in my bag:
The jacket hadn’t failed me…yet…but the weather had. So back in the closet she went until fall properly arrived, and I threw the jacket on with skinnies and popped out for cocktails with my husband. And I (very curiously) centered my whole look around the jacket for a photo shoot last fall.
And that was the last time I ever wore Ms. Moto.
Apparently I’m not a trend victim. I just prefer a coat.
So what happened? How, at this age, could I have been so off-the-mark with Ms. Moto? The jacket is lovely and soft, the hardware substantial and perfectly golden. As a teen I wore a cut-off, black leather jacket that had safety pins running up one sleeve, dozens of them that I had painstakingly fastened on myself. There are studs and spikes aplenty in my jewelry box. I am no stranger to edgy or punk.
But months have passed, and I never reach for Ms. Moto, preferring instead one of my many knee-length coats, or one of my wooly vests. The only thing I can surmise is that I am a coat person. There is something about a coat that is very serious and polished. Formidable. Long coats—and even mid-length toppers—feel alternately like a shield and a cocoon. They are almost a literal security blanket, and truly, there is nothing more statement-making than quality coat, with strong, clean lines and a long silhouette.
But, when I don’t need that much length or warmth, I go for a black blazer or a vest every single time.
So that look I thought I could pull off, prim pencil skirt with the unexpected moto jacket? In theory, it fit my style perfectly. In reality, the jacket didn’t match my current style and lifestyle. I dare say I’ve outgrown it. Who knew?
If you’re interested in adopting Ms. Moto, she’s on Poshmark now. She needs a home!
Have you ever felt so certain about a particular piece of clothing, but ended up being totally wrong about it?