This post is from my work collaborators on the new project that we are so eagerly wanting to show you….
“Before we send our final pieces out to be photographed for the website, there is some last minute darning that needed to be done to some of the pieces. This one is in a gorgeous green brocade fabric. We love how it’s looking and hope that one the site and blog is up, you will love what we have done with it too!”
At least one of us is famous….!!!!
Her latest on Harper’s Bazaar Australia’s Instagram….divine clutch
More on her here
We all encounter elevators sometime in our day/life. Some more often than others so your level of comfort depends on how often you ride one. Elevators are spaces for conversation, or for staying mum; for looking at what someone is wearing/doing/eating/etc and for showing off the same when it comes to you. They are also intimate spaces. You are captive in this space with someone and their dog/cat/mail/work/phone etc. for a given period of time. You are their elevator friend.
It is a private public space. Think about that.
However this post is not about the design of elevators although we are sure we will categorize them in another set of posts. It is about finding something interesting recently when riding one, recently. A shirt. On a person of course.
It is about being “those people” who ask someone, most inappropriately, to take a photo of what they are wearing because we have never seen it before. It is about a photo shoot in poor lighting, with a phone camera, while managing a dog/cat/mail/work etc, for those few minutes that you share that private public space with someone.
It is about seizing the moment. In a very lame way.