This was a cool little book - collected essays from people on their favorite article of clothing. A sweatshirt given from a one night stand, a sweater worn to a breakup, a shirt from a crush, a bright yellow winter coat - who do you become when you wear your favorite thing? Confident, comforted, indestructible, loved...

What would I call my own vestiary testament to greatness? It would have to be this vest

bought in a vintage shop on St. Mark's Place (back when it was called second-hand, or used clothing, you know, pre-hipster) - an untucked oxford from the boys department and Levi's with Pro-Keds. It was cool. It was PIX and NYC, but also spelling bee champ. It still makes an appearance every once in a while.