In honor of Father’s Day, this Twenty Piece article is dedicated to my Dad, Henry Barrios. In the spirit of this fashion blog, I will start with talking a bit about my Dad and his clothes.
When I was a small child, I remember my Dad often wearing a pair of blue, short (early 80′s short, which is shorter than anything you see now) tennis shorts and a pair of flip flops that had stripes on the sides.
When I was an older child, my Dad wore jeans and a striped button up short sleeved shirt and a khaki fishing vest. He wore the fishing vest because he was, and still is a photojournalist, and back in the days of film, photographers needed infinite numbers of pockets to store their film and notes which were mostly old receipts with names written on them. I remember at some time thinking that I wanted to wear a fishing vest too, but thank God they didn’t make them in my size as that would have been playground fashion suicide.
When I was a teenager my Dad started wearing glasses and realized he probably should have been for a really long time. He wore gold frames. This was probably around the time he moved from his staple button up short sleeved shirts to his signature black polo shirt. I don’t know when exactly he went totally digital, but it was around this time he stopped smelling like photo chemicals and I don’t remember his photo vest showing up as much.
I remember him taking me shopping for the outfit I wore for junior high graduation. I had gone before with my mom, but didn’t like anything, but I went to some of the same stores with my Dad and he had me convinced that I looked good in the little blouse and shirt we decided on.
When it comes to shoes, my Dad wears tennis shoes. He has no brand preference, but I once remember him saying that he liked New Balance because you could dress them up or dress them down. There are only a few times I can recall my Dad wearing a tie, but I do remember him being tickled that the tie was Carlos Santana brand.
When I was in college, my Dad was diagnosed with kidney cancer and was quickly scheduled for surgery. Thankfully, the cancer was quickly removed and he has been cancer free ever since, but during that time, he grew a beard and became extra salty in hair color, thus transitioning him into who I know now, my handsome, old guy, Dad.
Here is a picture of us on my favorite day with him in the picture frame he gave me to commemorate it! Happy Fathers Day, Dad!