10/18/2018
Though I love my new hometown, it is hard to leave some people behind. Like my dry cleaner.
He is a member of the family of the former Shah of Iran, and thus, served as a diplomat. One of his duties was to care for the wardrobe of the royal family. Thus, he spent some time living across the House of Dior in Paris.
Then he fled Iran and purchased a dry cleaning facility.
This was my first encounter with him: (from an old blog post)
I sat the Persian lamb coat down on the counter in front of the former Iranian diplomat turned dry cleaner. I watched, as this man I had never met rubbed the fur with his dark, worn hands, back and forth, his eyes twinkled with a memory, and the story started.
“I was in Paris,” he said, “and right across the street from where I worked, was the House of Dior. In there, was a coat, like this, that I bought for my wife.“ My eyes went wide, knowing I was about to experience one of those unexpected moments in life when everything unimportant is set aside and the joy of a vintage memory is shared.
He went on, with a sprinkling of elegant French, which Richard understood but I did not, to tell me about this coat that is now a quarter the size his wife current wears—his words. It went with the couple through all their travels; Africa, Spain, back to Iran, and finally, to the US. All that time, the coat was never worn.
To me, that is the best kind of treat—to have a stranger, or a loved one, spontaneously share a memory with me. Of course, it only happened because this man had known Richard for decades, and they had shared many a story. But for me, the coat I brought to him was magic. He touched it, and I was the recipient of the story.
Antiques, vintage—they are like that for me. Each item holds stories and memories. They can be a magic carpet that transport the one who looks at it to a different time and place, like a piece in a museum, only one that can be held or touched.
There is a mid-century couture fur sitting in a closet somewhere on the San Francisco peninsula. At some point, it will bring in a nice chunk of change for that couple. I hope the new owner knows, though, that what is worn is far more precious than a pretty coat, but that what keeps her warm is a bit of magic with which a new coat can’t possibly compete.