Good morning,

Perhaps you feel like I've not featured clothes or suits or androgyny recently enough. I certainly feel that way, so let me reassure you that that editorial policy has not changed with this link to an interview to a woman tailor in New York:

One of the reasons I switched was because by the end of my schooling I found all of my inspiration was menswear—a tuxedo jacket, a suit—I was looking more towards menswear pieces from 1800s than what women were wearing. I really like the structure of things, and I like that it’s not so simple; it’s more of an architectural piece.

http://thehairpin.com/2015/03/96940#more

Speaking of the 1800s, let me recommend the tremendous website findagrave.com, on which I have spent a week wandering around Brompton Cemetery in my imagination. The internet does not have a lot on this woman (she wrote a book which now retails for $233 on Amazon):

http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSsr=201&GScid=658429&GRid=31296332&

But it does have this long and gripping essay on her vigorously socially climbing daughter, who married an English peer whom she did not love when she figured out she was never going to marry Tennessee Williams:

“Oh, Peter’s in the bin again,” Van Horne remembers her saying. “He loves it. He’s learned to make ashtrays. Other people had messy marriages. She didn’t. She had an unfortunate husband who was a little mad.”

http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1994/12/19/the-lady-and-tennessee

The findagrave portion of today was intended to be a muted celebration of women who are not famous, and then it turned into celebrity gossip of the 1950s, so that goes to show how the best laid plans gang aft agly. I hope your Friday similarly takes you in a fun and unexpected direction,

Alex.