By Dan Kennedy
1. Swiss Mountaineer Cashmere Sweater
Remember the 1992 Swiss expedition to Mt. Everest? Got within 660 ft. of the summit? With a head full of Gin, no less. Yes, you are classic. Like this sweater…soft but tough, and stripped to the essentials. Everyone at the top of that mountain was missing the point, if you ask me…but you knew the value of twisting and lurching your way up and stopping 660 feet shy of a predictable conquer, never longing for planting a flag like the do-gooder stiffs. Granted, it got you where you are today: at the top of the middle, basically, far from any kind of peak, full of nervous ticks, and dodging calls from family. Oh, what the hell…it’s all good. Which is my point: it’s all good with the Swiss Mountaineer Cashmere Sweater…smooth, svelt, yet very substantial and never tired or baggy-looking.
2. Basic Black Cashmere Turtleneck
Remember when New York was still dangerous? Say, early sixties? Before the grit was pressure washed away with a steady stream of cash flow from the nouveau riche? Bank presidents are wearing shoulder holsters to work. JFK and Marilyn Monroe keeping it on the down-low. In short, a nation relaxed, but still a little dressy. Jesus, I long for the days when Presidents were men. When a star wasn’t some cable TV desperado with fifty goddamn video cameras plastered to every corner of their house. Essentially, I’m talking about an era that was warm, but not heavy, not bulky…like the Basic Black Cashmere Turtleneck. Women will ask if you're just back from Paris. You can say something wry in return and easily secure an evening of wonton abandon in the sack. This thing’s a time machine, brother. And it’s set for a time when America was still America. Step into another dimension, we got your back and chest, arms, and neck.
3. Cashmere Wrap Skirt
A classic touch of style for that autumn weekend in San Sebastian, basking pensively on strolls near cliffs. And it will look just as good in Lisbon the day after tomorrow. God, it will look good in Lisbon. How did we wind up being each other’s ghosts for almost a decade? Some nights I swore I could hear you. It has been the only permanent mistake I have ever made. I can’t tell you how much life changed. And tonight feels beautiful and dangerous and improbable. Like a rainforest on fire. Both here alone…what are the chances? Fate. Skin tastes faintly of brine and port and being alive. I am broken if this can’t last again…I swear to God, I’m right back to being dead. Upper-waist of wool and cashmere blend. Trimmed with woven-fringe. Dry clean only.
