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| image via thecoincidentaldandy.blogspot.com |
Today I’ve added a Mexican embroidered waistcoat that a Spanish sound engineer friend brought me back from a tour of Mexico ages ago. I suppose he had bought it for himself but ended up giving it to me on a distant new year’s day in Madrid. I have never worn it, it’s too big and I’ve never had it altered for fear of ruining its original shape. I kept it because it was a gift (somehow it does not matter all that much anymore) and because in my wildest fantasies I would be a radically extravagant modern day Frida Kahlo. This type of fabulousness does not seem, however, to be in my nature.
Stories from A Closet of Errors 