The ultimate Black dandy in my life is my father, Bernard Sr. Yes, I’m named after him. Some say I look like my mother, but others think I’m his spitting image. Growing up, I always admired his dress. From his office to church, my father always showed up suited. But even more importantly, he knew the art of accessorizing with jewelry. Even to this day, his every day pieces are a statement watch, his diamond studded wedding band, and layered but tucked necklaces. A few years back, I was proud to make him a gold signet ring with a mother of pearl inset that he added to his rotation.

Stephanie Kaiuki—Executive Producer, Audio, Vogue

Photo: Courtesy of Stephanie Kaiuki

My grandfather—or Guka as all his grandkids call him in our tribal tradition—and his mother took this photo together just a few years after Kenya’s independence. As an entrepreneur, Guka spent most of his time building his farming business in post-colonial bliss. Despite his business, Guka walked for miles every month in his oxfords, white button up, and pocket square to visit his mother. Dressed in pre-war Kikuyu accessories and attire, together they represent a dichotomy of what Kenya was and where it was heading.

Taylor Lashley—Manager, Social Media, Vogue