Some people customize their clothing with great good taste. If that’s what you’re in the mood for this fine Tuesday morning, please take a look at what Duchesse did to her vintage fur. Fabulous.
If however you’ve a mind for a little tarting, here’s what I did to my Princeton Reunions jacket. What started out all Tommy Bahamas Tuxedo, for our 25th,
Wound up like this, for the 35th. I could deconstruct, but I suspect you will do a better job of analysis than I, today.
I’m not sure if it gets better or worse,
close up. Or from the back, for that matter. The ribbon sash set tigers crawling ever so fetchingly around the waistline.
Whatever the angle, it’s all Audi’s doing. She escorted me through Britex, the venerable San Francisco fabric house. I took the resultant bales of lace and tulle to Jacquie’s Sew and Sew in Palo Alto, who did a great job of well, tarting. The rest is infamy.
The charming, smiling, dear woman on the left is my college roommate, Catherine. We lived together 3 of 4 years, having been thrown together as freshmen, and discovered an affinity. She from Houston, me from the Bay Area, both of us now returned home, still friends. I just have to remark on what good shape she’s in. I’ll tell you that she runs, long distances, in Houston, as a small indicator of her mettle.
Catherine had the good manners to don the 35th Reunion costume as we were given it, albeit with an especially crisp and polished approach. The theme was “Hollywood,” and our 35th shirt was printed with film strip cartoons of Reunion logos past. Somehow I took a detour to Vegas, all Georgette Heyer Goes Behind The Candelabra. Involved a lace J. Crew tank, Forever21 polyester crepe and lace skirt, and gold Havaianas. If you’re going to tart it up, do so on the cheap.
My toenails however, were high end. Deborah Lippman glitter. If you’re going to tart it up, go head to toe.
For our 50th, I’m going to request a costume of black and white seersucker blazers, with gold and orange crest. Or perhaps a black and white tweed mock Chanel, or Thom Browne shrunken schoolboy. Time for boys to dress in girls’ clothing, I say. Orange piping please. Do you think the Alumni Committee will entertain my ideas?
If not, I suppose I can add more tulle every year, the layers like tree rings, palimpsests, or notes in the margins of a first edition.
All images by me, except the last one. Credit to Lore, and thank you!