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Normally, we don’t like to post fur here at Haute Macabre, unless it’s on some weird old taxidermy. But I have to admit that the phrase “Rat Jacket” made me perk up my ears. Jess Eaton’s Roadkill Couture is exactly what it sounds like: roadkill. Dead things hit by cars, and scraped off the side of the road. It is also incredibly beautiful, calling into question our separation from the sources of our food and clothing and how easily as a culture we gloss over where things come from. Why is one dead thing gross and the next the height of fashion? Is it simply the skill with which they are stitched, or the presentation?
**Edited to add :: Once, I got into the backseat of Nixon’s old VW Bug, and my foot went into a bucket that had a spatula sticking out of it. When I asked her why she had those things in the back of her car, she looked at me deadpan and said, “It’s my roadkill kit”, as if that was as normal as having jumper cables in your car. -Sam