This coat of coats, by Carven, draws the eye and plays to the crowd. It is pure Paris since it requires neither introduction nor explanation. It is un vrai mish-mash of denim, dark and bleached, sheepskin pieces and Mongolian lamb fringing. However it was not purchased across the Channel, but closer to home in south London: Paraphernalia, SE4. The coat requires little accompaniment except austere black and the plainest wall of London brick. And whilst there may be more sheep than horse to its composition, it does remind me of a piebald pony I once knew!