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JenTrip The Journeys of a Brooklyn Designer |
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Tuesday, September 03, 2002 I, in another moment of jen-get-organized, have decided that Monday is Blogg day. I am having a difficult week. I guess that is often when I feel like writing. The therapy of words on a page… or a screen. Do kids read books anymore? I am stuck in this place where reading a book is a solitary luxury. I almost think I shouldn’t afford myself the time for it, because I have so many other things waiting. It’s sort of like I can’t make a pie before the dishes are done. Slowly, I feel my vocabulary sliding into the gamut of “It’s like…” or “ya know what I mean?” - with out any thought about the precision of language that I so cherish. I think the problem is the receiver. Who wants a complex conversation from a bartender? The bulk of my conversations are over a bar, in a bar, about a bar… Can we really get into it about the last Nabakov book I read? What a shame, because I love Nabakov and I haven’t read one of those beauties in a couple of years. Sometimes The Times is just too much for me. Aaah, my Dad says, “put one foot in front of the other”. That goes along with, “you can’t conquer the world in a day”. I am overwhelmed by possibility – put down by option. I find myself addicted to e-bay shopping. I just recently lost 25 pounds and resurrected my deep love of fashion once I started to like wearing clothes again. Before I moved to NY, I was a thrift store and garage sale junkie. That goes along with having Antique Dealer parents. But in NY- well, the thrift stores are as expensive as the other stores… so e-bay is my friend. It’s actually a lot like gambling. I have a Ladies Poker Night every week, and I’ve discovered that ladies can be a bit hard pressed to take anything more than a quarter out of their purse. But when the stakes are that gorgeous cheongsam in a 60’s silk print… let the bidding begin. Fashion to me is not about status. It is about the design of dressing the body. I kind of wish I could say that I only look for thirties bias cut print dresses, or 50’s stilettos or catalin purses. But my fetishes run deeper – studying all the things that women adorn themselves with to create different ideas of the self. One week it was vintage aprons, the next it is 50’s circle skirts and peasant tops. Do you want to look like Rita Hayworth today? Or are you feeling al little more Catherine Hepburn or one of my personal favorites, Ingrid Bergman? Maybe it’s Patti Smith you’re shooting for… but Debbie Harry is always nice. It’s about the design of how exactly they create themselves. Is it boyish and soft, slutty but smart, discreet and elegant? Do we realize that clothes speak these things to the subconscious you and me? Can these design thoughts be translated to products? Think of how the styling of products seems so limited. Everything is so streamlined, alien-ish, futuristic. It’s plastic plastic plastic (which I do love) but just think of how sick of neon you were after Frankie Goes to Hollywood. On the other hand there’s the sober and traditional tediousness of blah blah blah classics be they modern or not. Well, heres to hoping that you all make really weird stuff with really weird functions. Cheers. |
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