Who cares what your story is?

No one.

Everything you think or do, or don’t is part of it. And that is for you and you alone to make.

I bought this sweater new from an Instagram link in 2022. I knew nothing about this new form of shopping or this company. It all seemed a bit.. hokey. But this British Green lambswool vee neck spoke to me as I had frequented Harry’s Bar on an irregular regular basis when I lived in Paris. Ah the eighties. Those carefree nights of tiptoeing through the Tuileries were nothing short of a coktail of all the Bohemian Intelligensia one could stand after downing three or four of whatever Hemingway would have had. I didn’t really give a toss what he’d had so I almost always defaulted to my favorite, the Bloody Mary. It didn’t hurt that it had been invented right there at “Sank Roo Doe Noo” as it said on the coasters.

Anyway, Thirty seven years later I bought the sweater. Handmade in Great Britain it said on the tag. I can respect that. I put it on and took it off only rarely for two straight years,more often than not sleeping in it. You buy things, you wear them. If you feel them and they suit you, you wear them again. And again. And so it goes.

Nostalgia is a motherfucker

So live.