Yep, he wore pink, before it was fashionable…for men of his generation. My dad grew up at a time when, at least here in the U.S., men tended to wear more muted tones. Shades of brown, navy, beige and variations, sure, and his closet was a neutral palette.
When life took him to California in the 80’s, he found his vibe…and it was pink. Rosey tones, corals, blush hues and yep, an occasional floral (gasp!). Paired with his beloved Birkenstocks, my previously buttoned-up papa (learn more about him – his helping heart AND his fashion sense in this silly post) renewed his soul with color.
My mom? She was shocked and referred to him as a ‘show pony’…to which, he’d just smile and say – with a wink: “If you’ve got it, you’ve got it.” 😉
That’s my Sunday morning rewind smile – from my Miami Vice wannabe papa, smirking and smiling from behind those shades, just for you.