|I’ve established that Roan loves a good tracksuit. More specifically, he loves a good Appaman tracksuit. Well citizens, the Big Dogs at the gigantic Appaman Corporation noticed my son’s brand loyalty (at age five…. is that too early to have such a thing?) and invited him to participate in a photo shoot for their next catalogue. Ok, full disclosure: the owners of Appaman are Lynn and Harald, very awesome parents who live in my neighborhood and have a daughter in Roan’s school. We play at the same parks, walk the same streets, and breath the same subway air. They kind of had no choice but to invite him what with his eh…enthusiasm…regarding their brand. But in all honesty, I could never have procured this kind of thing from the boy. He digs the style independent of how much I like the people behind the style.|
Roan and Harald enjoying a pretzel.
|When I told Roan about being invited, he lit up. We’ve done one other photo shoot, for a national Suave campaign, which he remembers vividly. The lights, the attention, the music, and particularly the unending snack table. This is totally his language. When I told him they would also let him pick a bunch of clothes to take home he marked the date on the calendar – with a Sharpie, which indicates total commitment. Roan was also adamant that he gets to choose new colors for his hair: Pillarbox Red, Shocking Blue, and Blue Velvet. Luckily for our friends Joe and Laura, their daughter Sophia was present when we were dying Roan’s hair. I’m certain I don’t have to explain the chain of events leading to me returning their daughter to them with this look:|
|The day finally arrived and Roan was ready to jump out of his skin he was so excited. The shoot was so low pressure and low key, with great music playing and a very cool vibe. The Appamans (ok that’s not their name but it should be) kept checking in with Roan and asking him if he wanted to do another change, or if he was tired of it. This question didn’t even make sense to him. Tired?…Of this?…Really?…How?…Are you even speaking English? One of Roan’s good friends from school and kickboxing was there and these two boys mugged it up together all afternoon.|
Roan and Lane. Child labor never looked so good.
|When we returned home, Roan had a bag full of new clothing that he changed in and out of about one-gazillion times for the remainder of the weekend. He’s hooked, this guy. The past three nights, as I’ve been tucking him into bed and talking about our day, he has asked if he’s been invited to anymore photo shoots. I’ve tried to find out what piece of it spoke to him the most, but he won’t tell me. All he says is “I just liked it because it was fun. And it made me feel good”. And there is the most basic, simple and truthful recipe for childhood happiness that I’ve come across so far.|