I’m sitting here watching Nanook of the North. It’s so amazing, isn’t it? And it’s so inspiring- I can’t even believe how beautiful these eskimos are. And I love it- all the fur pants. The thing is, all I want to do is fur pants but I know if I do them I’ll get stoned on Seventh Avenue like some kind of wanton heretic or something. So there won’t be any fur pants coming down my runway. Its about women not wanting to look like cows I guess- you know. And in fact, there’s something very charming about cows- but anyway. Um- you know what I mean. There’s something very charming about a big fat fur pant, but you know.
Actually there was one thing I wanted to do which was a fur jumpsuit. Like the banana splits, you know- those big kind of, giant- I would love to have one of those, in beast. Let’s say in beast fur. To walk the dog in or something- you didn’t think about anything, you know- you have your bra and panties on- you just put this giant fur jumpsuit on. You know, head to toe, hood, and little hush puppy boots or something. You’re like, walking the dog. Looking amazing- surprising everyone in your neighborhood, which in this case would probably be Upper East Side. Or Alaska.
-Isaac Mizrahi in the 1995 documentary, Unzipped, the film Rolling Stone called, “the best party movie of the year”
You are a fur king, the fur is fake, and you are rolling in it, covered in it. It’s silky.
You are a poodle too, a dandy, Bill Cunningham.