My first piece of leopard came in the form of a Nine West purse I bought in 2000. It was beautiful, perfect, stylish and amazing – and then I left it in a cab. In Bolivia.
In NYC a client said to me in a thick accent while eye-balling my leopard print flats, “You must have Russian in you. All Russian’s love animal prints.”
Purse trauma aside, all hail the leopard.