It's finally cold enough outside that I realize "Oh, I had forgotten what
real cold feels like." I'm sipping hot coffee and staring at Pinterest before I return to processing and listing what now feels eight million linen
cuffs. Plus I'm baking some kale chips — 1/3 to eat them and 2/3 to warm up the house a bit.
But mostly I'm staring at this Yohji Yamamoto dress. Everything about it makes me happy. Some days I wish I was Yohji Yamamoto. Sans the cigarettes.
I've also been staring at this Rick Owens jacket:
What is so alluring about drape? I guess for me, as a maker, it's that creative draping is the playground
between what we're really shaped like and the form of a piece of
clothing. It's the place where our ego meets our dress. If there's one thing I've learned from years of making things with asymmetric oversized hips and protrusions: some people are willing to experiment with that and some aren't. When someone tries a piece like that on and tugs at a flap and fusses with it and says "I don't know if I can ..." what am I to do? I'm trying to train myself to stop responding with "Well, no one thinks you're
shaped like that" since it hasn't helped once. I admit I'm still tempted though. But if you aren't there I can't move you there. It's kind of a big thing, deciding to play with your place in the world like that and risk being misunderstood.
If you want to join me and stare at more creative draping, here's my
Pinterest board "Drape."
