“This leather jacket was my father’s and by some grace of God, it fit both of us perfectly. He wore it with aviators and ascots and I wear it with everything—dresses, jeans, nightgowns. A small hole above one pocket got stuck on a metal fence and completely ripped, but I just think of it as an extra pocket.”
“I got this Maestro Mini longboard last Christmas and an ice cream truck ran it over in June. My boyfriend at the time had built it, and after he told off Mr. Softee, we walked to Longboard Loft and he put together my old setup (Paris trucks and Bustin Premiers) on my new deck (a 36-inch Bustin Robot). Rightfully named Sorbet, it was an early grad gift that I’ve been riding ever since.”
“I got these shoes when I went back to New Orleans in 2006 to repair my house. When I started running I didn’t realize where it would take me. I got there and saw that there was more.”
“He brought this box with him from China to Taiwan when the Communists came in 1949, and then later to the U.S. with just a few belongings. When he came down with cancer, I was too absorbed in my new job and life in New York City to understand that even superheroes are mortal. I never took my grandfather around the world, so now I carry his box with me everywhere I go.”
