My dear friend and brilliant photographer, Michele, always says that all of my clothes have a story. She is right. Mostly because every time we shoot, I insist on telling her a little anecdote about every outfit. I’m not sure that she enjoys these little tales, but I do. And so I tell them none the less. Among the many reasons I love fashion is that I believe that each piece (aside from a few generics, of course) tells a story. Each item reminds me of a specific moment in time or part of my life. This may be part of the reason I hold onto clothing for so long. Because to let it go is, in some way, to let go of a memory. And so I hold on. This sweater was purchased over ten years ago, when I visited South America for the first time with my parents, grandparents and aunt. It is a man’s sweater, which I later decided was more fitting as a dress. Each time I wear it, I am reminded of the street vendor who made it, the chilly Chilian climate it was made for and the amazing adventure I had with my family. To you it may just look like a sweater, but to me it is a memento of my trip around Cape Horn.
Photos by Michele LoBosco