Last spring, I had the good fortune of contributing to the west elm holiday packaging. It’s amazing how far in advance you think about the holidays when it comes to retail.
In over my head
As per usual, I think I can pull off making my own gifts along with working, keepinghouse being in touch with the world and very importantly, being a mom. Some out there can accomplish this, I on the other hand, am stretched thin; jack of all trades but king of none most aptly describes me at the moment. I think quite possibly, that this year will be the last DIY Christmas. Tartan pj pants...
West Side Highway 34th Street and 9th Avenue While I have no direct loss to the horrors of the day, I feel the heaviness as many of us do about September 11th. I find it hard to watch footage of the planes beating into the Towers or listening to the saved messages of cries for help that have aired recently. I went photographing the streets as far as I could get and on a mission to give ...
I’m not talking about the nansy-pansy dress Kate wore to marry William nor the farce of Lady Gaga. I’m talking about the dark romantic interpretations of 19th century fashion, nature and pure genius. Visit the Met now; I’ll be there at least 5 more times before the exhibit closes trying to figure out how you can fit so much in to such a short lifetime. Really. Go.
Just pieces of paper.
A collection of items from flea markets, tears, travels, family history of law enforcement and the laundry business. Luckily, I’m a long time friend of the owners of Three Potato Four, so they help fuel my cork board of inspiration and as do the streamer trunks filled with treasures in my childhood home.
The colander in my kitchen
Over the years, my grandmother tried and tried to teach me the recipes of our family but I only can remember half the things she demonstrated. Honestly, I was better at eating then than cooking. Occasionally, when I attempt a recipe, I get it right and as I pour my steamed veggies or noodles into her old colander, I privately thank her in an internal monologue. These photos are some that took...
The keepsakes in my closet...J.Crew.
I’ve established that I’m pretty much a tomboy but if you ever looked down on my feet, I would most likely be wearing impractically high heels of metallic leather or green satin collected from my years at J.Crew. However, lack of space and the practicality of chasing a 13 month old son prohibits me from glamming up and continuing to add pairs to my collection. Whipping up marketing...
Burning down the house
We live in a fairly old apartment with old steam heat that flows via radiators and heat risers. While I kind of enjoy the smell of the heat when it comes on, it doesn’t quite make for a very safe environment when raising a child. These pipes get pretty hot and my son had become pretty inquisitive and mobile recently so I had to come up with a guard of some sort, especially in his nursery. ...
Never enough denim...Madewell.
Madewell, the girly utilitarian brand, was very new when I started at J.Crew. While I was pretty enveloped with designing J.Crew materials, I occasionally got a chance to help shape the early iterations of this jean shop with packaging and environmental graphics. Madewell Soho storefront window, zipper decal. Madewell holiday tissue paper.
The J.Crew man and the tomboy.
I’m a tomboy at heart. Sure I love frilly, girly clothes but you are more likely to find me in motorcycle boots, jeans and some sort of workwear plaid shirt. I get crazy about ticking fabric on the inside of a chino waistband and rugged looking bags that only get better with wear and dirt. Plus menswear with a peek of a distinctly feminine item is just plain sexier than something very...
Everything looks better smaller
Baby kimono sewn out of repurposed fabric from men’s button down shirt. Credits: Kimono pattern by Heather Ross.
A very frugal Christmas
Before December began, I updated my 1920’s Singer sewing machine with a newer model that quite honestly, might put old faithful out of business. The new girl actually has multiple stitches, a foot pedal (1920’s one has a knee) and a back stitch. What threw me for over achievement during the holiday season of gifting was this great book by Heather Ross called Weekend Sewing. Nieces and...
Molly and Chris get married.
I designed invitations as a wedding present on a budget and inspired by the 1920’s.
Technicolor life at Bloomies
I was like Dorothy going from Kansas to Oz when I started this turn. I didn’t have any idea how to work a new program called InDesign when I started with Bloomingdale’s but like fashion marketing, I picked it up pretty fast. The customer was highly varied from newly engaged couples, international visitors, children, men and the main base of fashion consuming 20-something woman. Color,...
Odds and Ends...
I’m always on the hunt for creating new storage solutions in my home. I have a hard time buying brand new item of furniture out of cheapness, so I’m constantly trolling the streets and junk shops for good bones. Watching my mother completely transform Salvation Army gems over the years, I received a good education in the refinishing and renovation. This relatively unfinished piece...
My first job at The WSJ
Mutual Fund Research Survey Cover. Mutual Fund Research Survey inside detail. I attended a medium sized college in Virginia with a modest sized graphic design community. My favorite professor, Trudy Cole-Zielanski was always funny, honest and very down to earth. One of the most traumatizing and extremely informative exercises she had the students run through was “The two-hour logo...