I was very pleased that the black cemetary cat was so curious about my one-man-photography (it must be quite a spectacle with all the running and fussing with hair, bags and buttons) that he stuck around for a full half hour. However, he kept running around my ankles, so this is one of the few pics in which he is not just a black blur. Thinking of Steiff's Halloween tom cats, I baptised him Tom Terrific.
About the jacket: the lovely french lady who sold it to me said she saw Isabel Marant (oui, la même) wear it as a 'jumper' under her winter coat. Just some random information that means something to fans of her only. Note that the jacket is from a collection that came ages and ages before the square-silhoutte hype hit the main street stores.