Geist

I like household auctions and thrift shops, where nothing can be reordered and everything has a past. Last year, in a basement vintage shop in Toronto, on a battered vintage mannequin, I found a plaid houndstooth sports jacket that was loaded with the kind of mid-century style celebrated in the TV series Mad Men. The fabric was a relaxed woollen weave in red, white and a blue so dark that it looked black from even a short distance. The pattern was loud and the cut a bit boxy, as American jackets often were back then. The jacket was in great shape for the age it had to be, and it fit me beautifully.