if vials and tools and sundries hold the transferred weight of bodies, in clothing are their ghosts. I began to choose my garments more selectively, wore my motherâ€™s teen years on my back in leather and her motherâ€™s first love off my shoulders in a drape of silk. I tossed my cheap, modern, forgettable clothes, and donned the remnant lives of others.
It was the same year we fell i n love. 1929. 1954. 1989.
Published on Nov 11, 2010