The way my grandma dresses expresses the way she conducts her life and how she interacts with the world — with great care.
I want to watch my grandma wash her face. For me this is akin to saying, I want to be held, I want to be fed, I want to be warmly tucked into bed. Watching her wash her face is one of the pure, primal comforts of my life. I’ve been doing it—sitting on the closed toilet while she stands at the bathroom sink—for as long as I can remember. My grandma was my guardian throughout my infancy
This is the first part of a series called ‘Style Lineage’ — where we explore style in relation to our mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers — as far back as we can see. I got the idea from this amazing book that was gifted to me called, ‘Women in Clothes,’ a philosophy on style. They present a series call ‘Mothers as Others’ where women submit photos of their mothers before they were born and describe what they see. I couldn’t get enough and