Father & Son
“Son, style isn’t about what you can afford. It’s about how much pride you carry.”
Every year on my birthday, he’d make me a suit. They weren’t expensive — usually stitched together from leftover fabrics he saved throughout the year. But to me, they felt like luxury. They were pieces of him. Pieces of his time, his effort, his love.
That tradition taught me that clothing can hold meaning. It can shape who you become.
In 2011, my father passed away from a heart attack. Losing him felt like the world had tilted off its axis. But even in that grief, I knew one thing with absolute clarity:
I couldn’t let his vision die in that small shop in Queens.