My son is a fashion fanatic like multitudes of other young people. Spiky haircut with faded sides, a stubble beard, tattooed skin, a metal chain about the neck, funky goggles, a sleeveless shirt, tight trousers torn at various places, and so on.
The other day, I buttonholed my son in the doorway. I said, “I’m sorry, my son, but what makes you have such a passion for fashion?” “I want to stand out from the crowd,” replied he avidly. “But, I suppose, you are already part of the crazy crowd. I want you to be different from it. Got me?”
The other day, I buttonholed my son in the doorway. I said, “I’m sorry, my son, but what makes you have such a passion for fashion?” “I want to stand out from the crowd,” replied he avidly. “But, I suppose, you are already part of the crazy crowd. I want you to be different from it. Got me?”
