I suspect there are a lot more stories and emotions for women around this store or that one visited while growing up with sister or mom or friend. Clothes magically appeared in my life. I hardly remember buying them at all until I was maybe in my 30's. Definitely not a clothes horse. Clothes and cars have always been disposable tools for me. I was not and never will be cool.
But one day an event occurred that I'm pretty sure was a seminal one for my father, a passage day. He took me to Brooks Brothers in NYC to get fitted for a gray three piece suit. I think I must have been 15 and home on holiday from prep school. In retrospect it was something out of a movie. It did not mean much to me but I know to him having the money to buy me a suit without looking at the price tag and having his son be tailored in a three piece at Brooks Brothers meant a lot. Unfortunately that is as close as I got in his lifetime to being part of his culture. It was all downhill from there. This was 1968 and I was becoming more of a fan of Abby Hoffman and Eldridge Cleaver than the Brooks Brothers.
So I saw the beginning of the end of Brooks Brothers through two inner eyes today.
The first was what most of the world sees "who cares.. it is time."( Collapse )