David Sedaris on the Joy (and Peril) of Wearing Comme des Garçons

David Sedaris on the Joy (and Peril) of Wearing Comme des Garçons

I was on an elevator a few years back, on my way to a theater I’d been booked into, when two women boarded, both middle-aged and smelling of alcohol. It was autumn, and they had new-looking sweatshirts on. I assumed that the letters printed across the fronts of them were the initials of a university, and as the doors closed, I tried to guess which one it was. After deciding that the first letter—N—stood for “Northern,” I lost interest, and tried…