My dad is my height and was obviously almost my size back then (I am still wondering how they ever fit him though – they liked it tight back in the days, that’s for sure). Why I picked those pants? I can give you three good reasons: First of all because I like that my dad once wore them. Family business. There are still pictures of him wearing the complete suit, looking very 70s Jack Nicholson with huge sideburns and a moustache, makes me all sentimental. Second – I just like to wear men’s clothes. Always did. It’s cool. And third – the 70s are my favourite decade, can’t help it. I am built 70s. No boobs, no hips, straight hair, bad posture. What I am also drawn to is the sort of childlike innocence that emanates from this decade. The aura of a young Paul McCartney with a big beard sitting on a fence on his farm in Scotland dressed in a bathrobe and wellies. That’s the kind of naive hippie spirit that makes me feel all soft inside. I know that the 70s weren’t innocent at all,it was the time of the Vietnam war, atomic threats, Watergate, the RAF, I am well aware, but maybe that’s what enhances the attraction. Peace and love in in the face of fear and threat. It feels a bit like nowadays: Worldwide crisis, refugees, terror threats. And nonetheless there is humanity, help and altruism. I still have the innocent notion that love and understanding is the only way to fight war and terror. Call me naive but that’s what I believe. Hippie at heart, I guess.
Read the full interview about my dad’s pants on ‘Story of my Shirt’.
Thank you, my darling Frank, for taking those spectacular pictures in our home.