Clothes are a kind of time machine. Perhaps each of us has wardrobe items with which warm (and not so) memories are associated - be it a thing from childhood, acquired on a memorable journey, inherited from parents or exchanged on a successful swap. We asked five girls about their wardrobe items with the most interesting story.
Text: Anna Aristova
In our family, and in my wardrobe in particular, there are many relics - from a dress in the spirit of modern Gucci, in which my mother was on the first date with my father, to a ring brought by my grandfather in the 70s from Vietnam, which should bring good luck, because "made from a wrecked plane." But the most valuable thing for me remains the post-war grandmother's dress, which was originally a blouse. Immediately after the war, my great-grandfather, as a wounded soldier, could receive things under Lend-Lease. This is how my grandmother had a charming blouse in the late 40s with a sequined collar, fake pockets and fabric-covered buttons.
The family album contains a photo of a twenty-year-old grandmother in this dress, which, without exaggeration, can be mistaken for an actress of the golden age of Hollywood. In the 80s, my mother decided to adapt her grandmother's outfit to modernity and changed the blouse into a dress with a fluffy skirt. A dress of a similar silhouette was worn by female characters in the movie Tootsie. It is in excellent condition and is now kept by my parents. I put it on a couple of times, but first of all, it remains for me a symbol of overcoming difficult times.
growth and distribution editor Wonderzine
The pearl of my wardrobe is a pink trouser suit that I bought for a friend's wedding and now I wear for any formal occasion. The bride ordered that all her bridesmaids were dressed in something bright and monochromatic, but I still found an opportunity to show off, choosing trousers with a jacket instead of a dress. The desired outfit was found in the showroom of unknown Korean designers in one size - fortunately, the pants fit perfectly, and I just shortened the sleeves of the jacket. In such vestments, firstly, I looked no worse than the groom, and secondly, I successfully fulfilled my honorary duties - I made a speech at the wedding ceremony. Now it seems to me that the suit is charged for success. I wear it in whole or in part for birthdays, the theater or other pleasant events - so the jacket has already been in the dry-cleaner, where the red wine stain was brilliantly removed from it. But how many memories!
The suit, in principle, can be worn on a naked body, but it is hot to dance in a jacket, so under it I wear a sports top or a silk T-shirt with an immodest back. Recently I have mastered an extremely fashionable combination of a jacket with bicycles - the bottom is comfortable, the top is ceremonial, it seems to me that I could always walk like that.
And this is also my only and perfect outfit in case of running in the elections - I will complement the suit with pink glasses and I will embody an optimistic outlook on the future of Russia.
My most special memory is of a vintage jacket that I bought eight years ago at the Saint-Ouen flea market in Paris. The way to it, however, was no less impressive - I remember how I took my relatives to the north of the city by persuasion to the "storehouse of vintage treasures" - at the exit from the metro we saw the following picture: people offer cell phones at every step, fake bags, it smells everywhere grass. After nervous walks, we finally got to the stairs that led down directly to the flea market - the same one. We descended into a completely different world. It was already afternoon, and it was about an hour and a half before it closed, but we were lucky to come in exactly from the side where the clothing and accessories stores were located.I have never seen so many vintage Chanel bags in excellent condition. In one of the shops I found the same jacket in the spirit of the YSL of the 1970s - jacquard, with huge lantern sleeves and a round neckline. There were no identification marks on it, the labels were rebuffed, I just looked at how it was sewn, how it sat perfectly, and bought it. Looking at this jacket, I fondly remember how we wandered in search of a market, how I talked to the owner of the shop, naively believing that I know French quite well. And having put it on, I am sure to come across questions about where you can buy one. I think he will always be in my wardrobe.
co-founder of Dear Progress
It is worth starting with the fact that I am a person who is not looking for easy ways. If I make a surprise to someone, then it must certainly be complex. So it happened with the wedding. But it's not that I complicated everything myself - rather, as they say, I had to change my shoes in the air. The closer the wedding day was, the more complicated the processes became. The celebration was supposed to take place at the Central House of Writers, which was then taken up by the Ragout team. I imagined how I would gracefully descend from a beautiful wooden staircase to the main hall, where a grand piano would stand in the center - and I would play the composition as a sign of love for my husband. I ordered a dress - it turned out that the right size was available only in New York.
Having paid colossal money for it, I found out that they cannot deliver it, and if they can, then only by Russian post. I laughed and decided that I would not risk it and ask my friends. As a result, my dress flew to Moscow - I was just happy … but I never put it on. A month before the event, when we already wanted to start sending out invitations, the owner of the Central House of Writers announced that the event would cost a lot of money - and everything went down the drain. As a result, we were not at a loss and decided to play a small ceremony in Paris with our family, having previously signed in the Moscow registry office and photographed in an empty Central House of Writers. I put on another dress, Valentino - exactly like in the picture, with boots, it was more suitable for the day's ceremony. So I have two wedding dresses in my wardrobe. I think I'll wear the first one sometime too.
artist and costume designer
The most special thing in my wardrobe is the oldest. These are ballroom shoes from the 1920s. At first glance, you can see only worn satin and holes rubbed into them - evidence of many balls and other social events through which they probably went. You can imagine how much they danced in. For me, these shoes are a kind of time machine that takes me away from everyday life to the era in which I would like to live. Wonderful, like Dorothy's shoes from The Wizard of Oz, they make me feel like I'm also part of their incredible history - the history of 1920s ballroom shoes.