Beautiful words, beautiful concept. I love and live in “dead men’s” clothes. I am not fortunate to have a dad that kept things or that had a life that called for good suits and fixes and shirts but he does have epic vacation shirts and I have his honeymoon Tommy Bahama red Hawaiian shirt that I wear and cherish. My dad is still with me and I cherish the sweaters I do have of his. There is something so cathartic about having a passed loved one’s clothes. I think it just goes to show just how baked into the essence of who we are clothes are. I thrift men’s clothes and have amassed a huge collection of really nice cashmere, silk, wool, and linen blazers and tuxes. I think about who’s fathers I am wearing all the time. What were they like? Where are their kids? Wearing men’s clothes transfers me the power these men had somehow into my life. Both masculine power and some probably actual power, considering how expensive some of the jackets must have been when bought new. I am sorry for your loss. I was glad to read this post and all it brought up for me. Sending love ✨✨✨
"A material phoneline" <3 This was exactly what I needed to read. Thank you. I am sorry for your loss and would love to follow whatever project you are working on for this. When Dad passed away a few years ago, I did not know what to do with the many vests he had left behind because they did not fit me (he was a large man). Then I realized that's the very point; I needed to do something with the vests.
A lovely tribute Mara! I love this inspiration for you. I miss your wares...I'm wearing one of your dresses on the cover of my last cookbook. It has become iconic...you have a gift! Give us more! I'm from Rochester so I can also imagine this Buffalo story. I used to thrift there in the 80's. Before working at Barney's!
Love this! I just found a sweater of my Dads that I was obsessed with in junior high and must have somehow held on since through all the moves of house and life with my own kids. I will hug him extra tight, appreciate the reminder of how important fathers are - proud daddy’s girl. ❤️
Beautiful words, beautiful concept. I love and live in “dead men’s” clothes. I am not fortunate to have a dad that kept things or that had a life that called for good suits and fixes and shirts but he does have epic vacation shirts and I have his honeymoon Tommy Bahama red Hawaiian shirt that I wear and cherish. My dad is still with me and I cherish the sweaters I do have of his. There is something so cathartic about having a passed loved one’s clothes. I think it just goes to show just how baked into the essence of who we are clothes are. I thrift men’s clothes and have amassed a huge collection of really nice cashmere, silk, wool, and linen blazers and tuxes. I think about who’s fathers I am wearing all the time. What were they like? Where are their kids? Wearing men’s clothes transfers me the power these men had somehow into my life. Both masculine power and some probably actual power, considering how expensive some of the jackets must have been when bought new. I am sorry for your loss. I was glad to read this post and all it brought up for me. Sending love ✨✨✨
Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing such a deeply personal piece of your journey ❤️
"A material phoneline" <3 This was exactly what I needed to read. Thank you. I am sorry for your loss and would love to follow whatever project you are working on for this. When Dad passed away a few years ago, I did not know what to do with the many vests he had left behind because they did not fit me (he was a large man). Then I realized that's the very point; I needed to do something with the vests.
This is beautiful xx
A lovely tribute Mara! I love this inspiration for you. I miss your wares...I'm wearing one of your dresses on the cover of my last cookbook. It has become iconic...you have a gift! Give us more! I'm from Rochester so I can also imagine this Buffalo story. I used to thrift there in the 80's. Before working at Barney's!
So tender. Loved this, Mara ❤️✨
I love this so <3
Love this! I just found a sweater of my Dads that I was obsessed with in junior high and must have somehow held on since through all the moves of house and life with my own kids. I will hug him extra tight, appreciate the reminder of how important fathers are - proud daddy’s girl. ❤️
I love the beautiful moments of his friends playing the cello for him🫶
This is so beautiful Mara - the man had STYLE! love so much ❤️
What a great piece!
Thank you for sharing
This is such a stunning and visceral essay