MY WARDROBE IS CARBON DATED

I thought, No, it couldn’t be. . . but it was.

That kind of olive/Nile green linen slipover, placket midway-down-the-front shirt with purple knit collar–

The one I wore a lot in 1988–visual documentation exists in that snapshot of me with the great Barbara (BIBA) Hulanicki in Miami.

I reached way over in my clothes rack and fished it out. Impacted with the dust of ages, it actually irritated my nostrils. But it is intact.

Hand-washed it, then put it back. But I might still go out in it again.

That would be in the tradition of CZ Guest–I would have abhorred her politics, but love the way she’d come in from Long Island for a do, wearing a thirty-year-old Mainbocher.

Thrifty WASPS–I know all about them.

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