Lovely post in Vogue
In truth, this garment had once belonged to Leonard Cohen himself. In liner notes written in 1976, he recalled, “I had a good raincoat then, a Burberry I got in London in 1959. Elizabeth thought I looked like a spider in it . . . . It hung more heroically when I took out the lining, and achieved glory when the frayed sleeves were repaired with a little leather . . . . I knew how to dress in those days. It was stolen from Marianne’s loft in New York sometime during the early ’70s. I wasn’t wearing it very much toward the end.”
Things stolen from lofts; things vanishing from our very beings, our deepest souls! But we have at least the words of the poet to console us: “I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you,” Leonard Cohen confesses to his betrayer in the song.
In honor of Leonard Cohen—we guess we will more than miss him!—