Look, we all expected some epic shit to go down on last night’s episode of Game of Thrones, especially since it was the penultimate episode of the penultimate season. And it did not disappoint. An army of the undead! A blue-eyed zombie dragons! Skinned faces in a bag! Gendry running instead of rowing! Tormund discussing his endless attraction to Brienne! But let’s get real for a second, and talk about the most shocking, unexpected and life-altering thing that happened last night.
I’m referring, of course, to Dany’s snow coat. Or as I prefer to think of it, the Coat In The North.
Never has a garment rocked me to my core the way this one has. Structured, textured, effortlessly cool and timelessly fashionable. A crossover front, flared bottom, high neck and power-shoulders. Furry chevrons and lines transformed to look like dragon scales, or maybe a warm and fuzzy maze? Trying to describe it is like trying to explain what love feels like, or how thunder tastes. It’s a force unto itself. It doesn’t need our small, petty words.
With a coat like this, who cares if Winter is Coming! I’d live through an endless zombiepocalypse winter if it meant I could dress up like Military Ice Queen Barbie every day. And if I’d seen that coat flying at me on the back of a dragon, I’d have bent the knee too (or whatever it was Jon did while lying in that bed, all naked and devoted). I hope she wears it when she marries Jon. I hope they spread that coat out in front of a roaring fire and do dirty incest all over it. I hope HBO licenses the rights to it so I can buy a knock-off to wear as my bathrobe someday.
I mean seriously, Look. At. This. Thing. All hail the Mother of Closets!
Here it is from the back!
Here is it from a distance, with dragons. Because this coat upstages DRAGONS.
For a character so defined by her ability to walk through flames untouched, whoever would have imagined she’d look so good all dressed up for the cold?