Love takes many forms. For some, a First Love may come into our lives in the shape of a tweed jacket from the 70s, or a suede mule passed down to us by a loved one. To celebrate the kind of love that comes in a bag, we called on Dallas fashion icons to recount the very first piece they fell in love with.
Cynthia Collins of Blue Print
An apple red leather Gucci crossbody bag.
It was 1982 (I was 17 years old), and I was on a trip to London with my mom and my best friend. We were window-shopping on Regents and ended up in front of the Gucci store. There it was a pint-sized, brightly colored bag in the window. I fell in love with it immediately and could not stop thinking about it for the remainder of the trip. I spent every penny of my spending money on this one thing.
This was my first trip overseas. I was enamored with the city, and the bag was the most perfect memento of my time there.
I passed it on to my friend years ago.
Ken Weber of Vintage Martini
Ten used Izod polo shirts in a rainbow of colors from a garage sale.
My mother brought home the shirts from the sale. We were very poor, but I went to school in one of the more affluent neighborhoods. It was the first time, even in the fifth grade, I realized that what you wore really made a difference depending on your surroundings. Wearing these shirts gave me a sense of power and self-confidence.
It was tough being the poor kid in a rich school, and my mother also knew this. But the memory of her excitement, coming home with these shirts is something I’ll never forget.
Sadly, I outgrew them.
Jan Strimple of Jan Strimple Productions
A black polyester double knit graphic print with a touch of white midi skirt.
It was 1971 and I was a junior in high school; a long, slanky 16 year-old who devoured any attainable issues of American Vogue and Harpers Bazaar. The mini and maxi were in battle on fashion’s front lines. I held the mini in great disdain, for it was far too cute and destined for the closets of the short, robust girls. And those maxis? Too hausfrau. And don’t you get dust bunnies on those long hems anyway? With just one quasi-fashion store in our area of Kent, Ohio, the pickens were slim. So I sewed.
On a spring day my junior year, I was wearing said midi skirt, standing outside of my high school. Dan Strimple drove by to pick up his girlfriend, Sue, and asks her who I am. Fast forward to my senior year where Dan and Sue are no longer dating. Dan asks me out, offering that “we had not formally met before, but he noticed me standing outside of school wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck sweater, a long black midi skirt with a very dramatic slit, tall black boots and an orange elephant pin.” Yes he shared that full description and I was understandably bemused. That’s my man. And that was my skirt.
Sadly, no. However, I give it full credit for my sustained love of the color black and appreciation for linear, fluid lines.
Rob Bradford, Costume Designer
It was a pair of fluorescent orange terry cloth jean style shorts and a shirtsleeve shirt with a fluorescent camouflage pattern by Steven Sprouse and Andy Warhol (he and Andy collaborated on the collection).
I bought the outfit from his store on Wooster Street in NYC back in 1988. By the 90’s, I was trying to move past my questionable choices that draped me in the decade before, and I would have never been caught dead in it. But today, I would totally wear it. Even at my age, I’ve found myself dressing kooky again.
Looking back, the 80s were fun and decadent and I’m so ready to do them again. Now people wear things and are over them. I wore that outfit so many times, I’m sure people thought it was a uniform!
No, I lost most of my 80s fashions in a fire in 1994.
Gretchen Hinkle Bell and Benny Hinkle III, Dolly Python and Benny Jack Antiques
A painting by Nicholas Gamarello.
Gretchen: My husband, Benny acquired it when he was 26 from his friend, Derril Osborn. Derill is personal friends with the artist.
G: It reminds me of home. It’s been a fixture of my personal collection for over a decade.
Benny: Yes, my wife won’t let me sell it!