I once owned a vintage leather motorcycle jacket that was pretty perfect in every way. It fit narrowly in the shoulders with a slightly cropped fit and slim sleeves that zipped at the ends. I imagined it belonged to some biker babe in the 70's and I wore that thing every chance I could.
I was moving out of my apartment in Los Angeles and grabbed the last bag of trash to take to the garbage bin on my way out. It was located in a parking garage that never felt safe (do they ever?) and I hurriedly lobbed the bag into the bin, got in my car, and drove off.
It wasn't until later that night that I remembered my jacket had been over my arm and in my haste I had tossed it into the garbage as well. Gah!
I still haven't found a replacement for that jacket but these latest images from fashion week have renewed my quest all over again.