I’m going to guess that most of you don’t spend a navel-gazing moment thinking about where cotton comes from. Your booty-fabulous skinny jeans, ironically messaged dope t-shirts, and floor sweeping boho maxis appear by magic from the fashion gods- just as chicken breasts appear tidily packaged and squeaky clean in the grocery store.
The goddess of cotton, Gossypium, in her favorite boho sundress. Photo: Cotton USA
Fall in Manhattan means two things: a star- studded New York Fashion Week, and a star-studded round of performing arts galas. In a spectacularly shrewd move, New York City Ballet is combining the two for its Fall 2013 Gala.
From the Gala Invite. Photo: New York City Ballet.
As we drift into September in Northern California, summertime is a not-so-distant memory. Long days of bright blue skies and hot sunshine lull me into a lemonade- loving time warp. But the soft air and faint ocean brine in the breeze are sharp contrasts to real summertime in Colorado.
As the sun sets earlier and we say goodbye to the short-lived white pump trend, I must admit to a certain amount of sadness. Summertime means an escape from the abrasive routines of life. Summertime means one layer of clothing instead of five. Summertime means I’m back in the Southwest, my homeland.
Escalante National Monument, Utah. Photo: James Schaffer
Upcycling. Is it a new form of bmx racing? Newly discovered process for nuclear fusion? Plastic surgery involving round laser beams? No. It’s taking a dodgy, hilariously dated, ugly garment that is made of quality material, and turning it into a new piece of clothing that is gorgeous, amazing and spectacular. Like this:
Upcycled evening gown by Laurel Schaffer for Georgi and Willow.