My personal fashion memory is as encyclopedic as my musical memory and just as powerful.
I can tell you exactly where I was the first time I heard Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” (Driving my Eagle Summit down Maumee near Harvard in Grosse Pointe Park).
My recollection of what I wore when is nearly as voluminous. The wave of memories are incredibly jarring and comforting at the same time.I can tell you what I wore on the first day as an intern at the Detroit News in 1996 (wideleg, high-waisted belted pants, white T-shirt, a thrifted fitted Banana Republic blazer and a cheetah print scarf tied like a choker necklace ).Given today’s heightened style awareness at increasingly younger ages, I am beyond thankful that when I was in high school, the epitome of style was leggings and oversized oxford shirts or sweatshirts worn with bucks or birks.
That being said, I hope you’ll join me as I host a post-show talk back after the performance of “Love Loss and What I Wore” on Jan. 25 at the Blumenthal Performing Arts Center.
The touring production of Nora Ephron and Delia Ephron’s intimate collection of vignettes and monologues is based on the best-selling book of the same name by Ilene Beckerman, uses clothing and accessories and the memories they trigger to tell stories to which all women can relate.
I could go on and on about what the clothes I wore then meant, given the framework of hindsight. I recall thinking my cotton-candy pink junior prom dress (with shoes dyed to match, natch) was the bees knees. Now I see pics and wonder a) what was I smoking and b) why did no one tell me that the pale dress plus my pale skin made me look essentially nude?
It’s not a surprise that for senior prom, I chose a black cocktail dress with a deep back V, an updo and (inexplicably) elbow-length white satin gloves. I was trying to be grown up. For real.
What clothing-related memories do you have? Any triggers? Join me for what we can expect to be a spirited performance and discussion on Jan. 25. Tickets start at $20.