My Son, The Prince Of Fashion. ⇒
30 September 2016, early afternoon
In time I came to understand the nature of my job as the father of this sartorial wild child: I didn’t need to fathom Abe or his stylistic impulses; I needed only to let him go where they took him and, for as long as he needed me, to follow along behind.
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