Sorry, been listening to Anthony and the Johnsons too much. But if I did go I would miss the wind. Some of my best times involved some kind of magical, earthly wind.
Before the holidays hit I met up with one of my main collaborators Thomas Dexter, and his girl Heather, an amazing multi-media artist.
Here's Thomas giving his cat Ralphee the "stink eye":
Michael and I brought fresh blackberries and cranberries and smashed them, then mixed them with rum and ginger ale. It was amazing.
Houndstooth: Winter
some new pieces that are/ were in the store. As soon as I took these photos of a majority of these items sold...like that day...it was so weird....
A brushed flannel top from the 1940's that Michael found while in Galveston, Texas:
A bright red Hudson Bay parka with a hood and toggle details. Sold right after I took this.
The savage Inca side of me wanting to keep male head trophies:
Folk:
Tribal, I guess, I don't care really, I love him and his matching brother:
James Morrison's "Man reaching Out" (that's not the title, that's just what I call him) for some hot riding boots from the 30's:
A very small fitted short military blazer found in Galveston. It's so much more elegant in person:
A French Military Blazer found in Galveston. This is virgin vintage (never sold, never worn). It's a deeper blue than pictured:
And the Pièce de résistance!!!!
A VIRGIN VINTAGE French Military Cape, 100% wool, silver-coated buttons, over-sized hood.
It's so sinister. I makes me feel weird when I stare at it for too long....
Here's a Scottish Kilt found at the BBC Wardrobe Deparment Sale in London:
Dustin, our furniture buyer at Houndstooth and interior consultant, had a private going away dinner at his place:
Dinner at my loft. You jealous?
In the Fashion District looking for a parking spot.
At Beckenstein's, a men's fabric store on 39th St., searching for water resistant fabrics for our next Houndstooth piece. A rain poncho that is bicycle friendly. More info TBA:
and he dressed well too...
It's snowing outside....