Raspberry - Winter/Spring 2018

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A myth of three jackets and A NOVEL OF CONSUMERISM Dessa Bayrock I bought my first leather jacket — well, faux leather — in Metrotown when I was seventeen. I was on one of those mythical Vancouver shopping trips that practically everyone from the Valley can bring to mind; a friend of mine had just gotten his licence, and it was thrilling to hop in a car without parents, without any defined plans, and race out to Vancouver. The jacket was somewhere between a royal blue and a navy blue. Ironically, I plucked it off the rack in a store which also had a location in Chilliwack, a 15-minute drive from my house. But there was something about being in Vancouver that made the process of buying this