I have a thing for fans. I’ve been collecting them for years, and still can;t understand why they aren’t used more often. Even though the British climate is so grim, theatres, the tube, over heated restaurants are all places I’ve been glad to smugly whip out a fan from my collection (photo below) and create a gentle breeze around me.
I bought the ones above from a street vendor in Cadiz, on my recent trip to Southern Spain with Tio Pepe Fino.I think the most expensive was five euros, the plain and mini ones considerably less. Usually I keep my collection to hand on my dressing table in an old Waterford crystal celery jar that my mother passed down to me — it originally belonged to her grandparents.
My favourites are a Pucci one that was a seat gift at a show in Milan, and a navy and gold silk one that I picked up for around £15 in Changi Airport, whilst mooching around waiting for a flight.