Tuesday, March 31, 2009

First proof.

LinkA first look at the photo shoot I did yesterday with a pretty amazing dream team: photographer Lisa Warninger, stylist Chelsea Fuss, accessory designer extraordinaire Myra Callan (of Twigs & Honey), and model Anna Adams (also to be thanked: the Ace Hotel for letting us strew our old books and paper scraps and wire baskets and bits of lace and spools of twine and silver teacups and blown roses every which where). I so often feel like I don't have time to schedule photo shoots (so much coordination--so many moving parts), but I'm SO glad I took the time to look up from my needle and thread to work with these amazing ladies and give my dresses a chance at their close-up. More to come!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Less is more...

The lovely Kelsey brought me her mom's wedding dress to see what I could do. It had (of course) a high Victorian neckline and long prairie sleeves, but also a heavy overskirt in yards and yards of synthetic stretch knit. An ominous tag inside the dress informed us that it was "highly flammable when washed" (!). This project was truly a process of subtraction, editing away the neck and sleeves, re-appliquéing some of the lace around a new scoop neckline and along the shoulders. To refashion the skirt, I made a new skirt layer out of ivory silk organza, which preserves some of the dress's original drama but at one tenth the weight. The synthetic stretch knit was permanently retired--hopefully to the same place where pet rocks, shag carpet and The Hustle went.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

My Campari Safari.

First, let me say that "Campari" is not an easy color to nail. Too red and you get cheap lipstick crimson, too pink and it's prom fuchsia fantasia. Also, finding a textile that will suggest the color of a liquid is nearly impossible.

That is, until you consider silk organza.
Probably my favorite fabric of all time, a silk that's weightlessly sheer, gauzy and romantic, but also vivid, crisp and full of attitude. Organza has snap. Organza has dash.

Campari-colored V neck silk organza party dress with wrap sash, full skirt and deep hem. For Clara's 30th. Bottoms up!

Saturday, March 14, 2009

A little flashback.

I can't believe I never posted Miranda's dress. Miranda was married on New Year's Eve on some Oregon beachfront property she and her fiancé bought together. They spent weeks clearing brush and laying pathways so that they could have their ceremony on their very own spot. Isn't that a nice idea? I thought so, too. Speaking of nice, Alençon lace over silk crepe-back satin certainly flatters a knockout redhead. Doesn't she look amazing? I thought so, too.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Some Enchanted Yves-ening

I just returned from a few days in sunny, springlike San Francisco, to meet with a custom wedding dress client and to catch the Yves Saint Laurent exhibit at the deYoung Museum before it closes. Although Yves isn't "my guy" in terms of designers (too many big shoulders and sequins to suit me), there was one piece that I really, really loved:
It's a knitted wedding dress from his Fall/Winter 1965 collection (the same collection that produced the famous Mondrian dresses). People all around me were laughing hysterically at this piece at the exhibit (and okay, it is a little phallic), but as far as a fashion statement wedding dress goes, this one takes the gâteau. I didn't have the guts to take a surreptitious photo at the show, so I had to snitch this one from another blog. [thanks]

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Citron Pressé

I'm color-obsessed in general and yellow-obsessed in particular. But with a new year and a new spring, I think it's time to retire (temporarily) the shot-of-citrus screaming-meanies yellow of my past. So I have a new love--that cloudy, custardy, sourish, old-fashioned pale yellow--the perfect tart yellow of French lemonade. And what's Frenchier, fresher, and more lemony than a ticking stripe? I messed around with the color in Photoshop for way too long, trying (failing) to get the color just right. You know what I mean. It's the new yellow. And it's delicious.