We like our leather jacket as much as anyone, and the occasional exotic touch isn’t the worst thing in the world. But this is just awful.
Leaving aside the flat-out grotesqueness and the unnatural splay of the digits, anything that leaves dead claws brushing gently against a woman’s neck is bound to be a bad idea.
Quite frankly, we’re creeped out just looking at it.
—R.B.
