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We are all always coming and going…. #styleintegrity I watched someone sitting in wait for her name to be announced at a function. She sat regally in anticipation of her cue to rise and greet the audience. Something…
We are all always coming and going…. #styleintegrity I watched someone sitting in wait for her name to be announced at a function. She sat regally in anticipation of her cue to rise and greet the audience. Something…
By now, much of the world knows of Oscar de la Renta’s passing. It truly is a somber day for the apparel industry. It can be said by many of his elegance, his style, his class. For me, Oscar always epitomized the elegance of a true gentleman. His integrity towards his craft…. His love and…
I routinely pass the time watching people walk by. IT IS MY VERSION OF ‘CANDID CAMERA.’ I research the person, the clothing they wear, how it is put together and how it fits. From a discrete viewpoint I chose my ‘FRONT ROW SEAT‘ at a chosen retail store…mall…any one of a number of places where I can take…
Excuse me…Excuse me!!! I turn around and there I find a nicely dressed business woman, breathless, pausing to straighten her skirt. Yes? As she momentarily struggles with her heels, she pulls herself up to full height, composing herself. …’I just have to ask, where did you get that jacket?’ ‘ I absolutely…
People have a tendency to open their closets to me. Mostly, it is to tackle the job at hand, determining their wardrobe style in complement to their body silhouette and lifestyle. I learn a lot from the closet… From the client’s body language, their eyes lighting up when glancing at a particular garment…even the…
Some one recently mentioned to me that all the stories have been said. He was referring to movies. I silently thought to myself, not all stories. There are new stories everyday. Some are reprisals from another era, or decade. Some are uncomplicated, some are thrillers, and some are classics to be told for years to…
I glanced over at the closet this morning. It was left partially open. To my surprise, the artist in me paused. Head tilted, I looked at the clothing pieces peeking out. Unconsciously, the colors came forward…then the fabric textures. I thought to myself there is a pretty palette. Then it hit me! The…