#american-heritage

#american-heritage

In the equally celebrated and reviled Nashville neighborhood of 12South, if you dodge the roving gangs of bachelorette parties indulging in mid-morning margaritas, you can stumble onto this slice of retail gold. I'm not talking about Imogene and Willie (though I could be) or the new Todd Snyder outpost. I'm not talking about the perfect pint of Guinness at Locust or the assorted scents of Ranger Station's flagship. There's only one store that has a cortado-colored Porsche 911 on full display in open bay windows.

Before I understood what fashion was, I found joy in the idea of dressing up. It started with my mom dressing my brother.