Leopard print, for me, always evokes an image of a Brit-Pack cool girl. Think a dishevelled but undoubtedly beautiful Kate Moss or Alexa Chung emerging from her Notting Hill penthouse on a Sunday morning. Her make-up is smudged, her hair’s a mess and she’s gasping for a black coffee. She’s clad in black with the only necessary pop of colour being her trusty leopard print coat. Wear what you want underneath, stick on a leopard print jacket up-top. Cool girl vibes without the effort. I’m not quite Moss or Chung. But I have a leopard print coat. And for now. That’s enough.