200 words from LA: Ch. 1 of the Seersucker Preppy Dada Manifesto
I swoon at the thought of a bright, white sun porch or patio covered in the fabrics of my desperately acclimated Jewish youth.
I love using suiting materials on furniture and the like. I love seeing things that shouldn’t be. It’s so Dada: the idea of a club chair done in pinstripes or a headboard in camelhair wool.
Now, I’ll admit, there is a bitter sweet feeling left when it comes to the masses’ appropriation of classic style. Sure it’s great when people finally see how masculine a man can look in a pink oxford cloth shirt, or why hardbound books can be the only object d’art a room needs. But when the trend dies, so too, does the validity of some of our most beloved staples.
That is, until they’re “in” again. AH