My god-sister called me a bit ago and said, “Send me some gowns.” I was moving at the time and so I shoved them in a box like they were bits of tacky calico cotton instead of precious fairy frocks. I can’t imagine what it looked like when it arrived, probably a bad scene out of Lady Cottington’s Pressed Fairy Book.
Besides linen work duds for hard farming, my favorite thing to make is something fae. It-don’t-make-no-kinda-sense, my penchant for: utilitarian minimalism & then a mess of silk and frill and fantasy. I want to blame it on something – probably my parentage, but that fae bit is totally the fault of my Crumpackers. My god-momma could sew anything you ever dreamed up and I grew up sitting on the floor of her blue-muppet carpeted sewing room trying on costumes for my stylist & art director god-sister’s latest fashion shoot, or runway show.
And so I grew up to became an apparel designer that wanted to create well designed working clothes & also spin dream dust & then have birds come gather the gowns & flit them to their rightful homes.
The result of that phone call from my god-sister arrived in my mailbox this week:
The most complicated and work intensive part of design work is The Photoshoot. The prep, the plan, the 1,000 moving parts and people that make that one gorgeous photograph. If you haven’t been a part of it, it is something you cannot imagine.
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