I spent last week in Beirut. The city, perched in the middle of Lebanon on the Mediterranean Sea, fancies itself the fifth fashion capital of the world. They’ve emerged from war after war after war with an outdoor mall version of 5th Avenue, Solidere, where ancient Roman ruins run up against Marc Jacobs and the Rafiq Hariri mosque is framed by Stam’s Fendi ads and the Virgin Mega Store, but it’s also stocked with local treasures. On the last day, our hotel (my dad works for the Four Season’s and they invited us to come play the crazy family guest role during their Beirut pre-opening) pointed us in the direction of Orient 499. Among the jewels, the antique bowls and dishes, the scarves, the dolls, and the gorgeous people, were embroidered costumes hanging along the walls.
Mom,”Oh I love that.” Dad, “You will never wear that.” Mom, “Of course not! I could hang it from the wall though.” Dad, “So now we buy clothes just to hang on the wall?” Suzy Menkes gave an interview recently, in i-D I think, in which she mentioned buying a pair of Vivienne Westwood shoes to perch on the mantle. The anecdote plunged my dad deeper into confusion. But if people ranging from Suzy Menkes to my mom consider displaying their favorite fashions when they're too impossible to wear, do you too?