Is it really Monday again? Time for a new style column on Slomo.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend Sandra took pictures of my wardrobe. Which made me notice, just how many blue shirts I own. Which made her notice, how surprisingly reduced the contents of my closet are.
Surprising, because: she had seen me in Paris, when I was extremly unreserved with my credit card. What I didn’t show her were the boxes full of clothes stacked behind a curtain in the work room, because there’s no space for them in the closet. Sometimes I’ll open one of the boxes and think: Interesting! I already own two pairs of white jeans, maybe I didn’t need the third pair. Which is when I find myself ridiculous, shut the box and take it to the flea market.
For a few years now the number of boxes has gotten less. Not because I go to the flea market that often. But because I’ve gotten better at avoiding bad buys. I didn’t really need a third pair of white jeans. But I do need all of those blue shirts. And that drawer full of white t-shirts. The v-neck sweaters. At some point I noticed that those are the things I want to wear again and again. As they suit me (and, no, I’m not going to calculate just how much it has cost me to reach that conclusion).
And then there are those things I could never give away, no matter how long I haven’t worn them. Some of them cost a lot of money. Some cost almost nothing. All of them mean more to me than just a piece of fabric. Those are the things there will always be room for in my closet:
*This denim jacket. Bought for eight Marks when I was 15 on a flea market in Stade, together with – can you believe it? – tie-dyed bell-bottoms. The trousers are long gone. The jacket reminds me of: long summers in Denmark, drinking beer from cans, the first music festival and sitting in the “Mülltonne” (yes, the bar in Stade was really called the “trash can”) until six in the morning, unable to talk to THE boy. I think I’ll wear that jacket until it falls apart completely.
*A blue shirt, given to me by a friend in Boston, as she didn’t have room for it in her suitcase going back to Sweden. I’m not sure what became of her. But her gift started my collection of blue shirts.
*A long silk dress that James made me for a wedding a couple of years ago. Because it’s the first piece he made me and because it’s so precious, I save it to wear only a few times a year.
*A dress by Twenty8Twelve, bought in New York. Ah, New York! My friend Aaron and I had been walking around Manhattan all day when we eventually landed at Saks, tired, but happy. There it was, the dress. I remember that the shop assistant who sold it to me was called Norma Jean. I couldn’t afford the dress really, but Aaron just said: put it on your credit card and then let me take you out in it! And that’s what we did. An unforgettable night.
*A white cheesecloth blouse with a crocheted neckline. Because it was my mother’s when she became my mom.
And what are the things you could never give up?