I don’t particularly enjoy looking through old photographs, except for specific reasons, as they serve as nostalgic reminders of life. However, the changing nature of things and the profound genetic mutations of life bring about daily comparisons with the past, unfolding the most prodigious, immense, and well-kept memories of a computer’s mind. These albums of the mind contain images from years and years ago. Memories (this time I went to revisit the annual class photos) bring me back to moments from school. In the gymnasium and high school, run by Jesuits, it was mandatory to wear jackets and ties, with those mythical Britishstyle jackets (a couple of which are still in my wardrobe) trimmed in dark blue or greenish-gold, and for the more “colorful” and daring, light burgundy, with ties and socks in matching shades.
My nephew, when he was in high school, looking at those photos, said that if he had gone to school dressed like that in his time, his classmates would have laughed and asked if he was going to a wedding. With the intensity and frenzy of a life lived at full speed, while I pack my trolley (my current travel companion, once a suitcase, then a duffel bag), observing the types of garments and, above all, their cut and colors, I can’t help but reflect on the close connection that brands and major fashion houses have always drawn upon in dictating what we should wear based on customs, habits, and the ways of life of the moment. Because clothing is and will always be our second skin. >>
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By Dino Frambati
