One was a black suit jacket. Sharp shoulders, clean lapel, cut for the boardroom, but over the years had simply become a little too ordinary. The other was a green number four touch rugby shirt: worn representing Guernsey at the Euros in Paris 2008. Memories made to last a lifetime, a shirt that represented more than an island team. A number that stopped meaning a position and started meaning an identity.
One was now overlooked. One was folded and never worn at all. Both were kept, for exactly the same reason; neither could be given away.
The JAC came out of refusing to choose. Not a patch, not a memento in a box, not a keepsake quilt. A jacket. Deconstructed and then recreated. Properly drafted, properly panelled, properly finished with the shirt's colour running through the style lines and the cuffs, the number carried on the back where it always was.
Minimal additions, minimal waste. And the result was the thing neither piece had been for years: worn, constantly, on purpose.
· Kay Davidson