It isn’t often that I hear an old man comment on clothing, – other than it being related to how impractical this or that might be – but the old men usually make it count whenever they do comment on an outfit.
Tonight, leaving the classroom, the professor asks me if my skirt is made out of coat-ties.
I tell him that it is and that my mom and I made it.
With big nods and a big grin, he tells me how he thought so, because, well, it’s one of the ones in the back part, yes that one there – he owns that tie… he has that same one!
I was totally tickled by it, and he was delighted at having recognized them as ties (because we removed the back seams and opened each of them up, making them double the width), and so we both just chuckled along the hallway on our ways out, delighting in the small world that involved my skirt. 😛
After writing about Stromae the other night, I looked up to see if he had any tour dates in the US anytime soon. Unfortunately, he does not. However, I discovered that lots of his efforts have gone into his clothing brand lately, and that the brand is spectacular. All of the clothes are unisex and super cool, are fair-trade, are made in Europe, have an emphasis on sustainable/organic fibers and eco-friendly sewing tactics (to waste as little cloth as possible), and are in limited numbers. (The last part means that only a certain number, say 25, for example, are made of any one item. So, for a t-shirt, there would be 4 XS, 6 S, 6 M, 5 L, and 4 XL made, and that’s it. Once they are sold out, there are no more of that particular t-shirt made again.) They also include a chart on the cost of production for many items, detailing how much money it actually costs to produce that specific item, thereby explaining why an item is being sold for its specific price.
Check it out. Here’s the page all about their being an awesomely responsible company, from which you can click to the shopping area to see the awesome clothes, and here’s the page for the company as a whole, which is more than just a clothing brand – check out their About page found on that one.
I just wish I lived a life where it would be practical and affordable for me to get the cardigan 7, which is a sweater I loved when I first saw it in one of Stromae’s interviews (actually, the one I linked here the other night!). The sweater was cool in and of itself, but it was made even cooler by the fact that Stromae himself actually wore it. Alas, I do not live such a life (and am instead barely getting by financially as a crazy person doing full-time grad school and part-time-ish work), so the cardigans will go to those who do live such lives. 😛
I am the epitome of sliced white bread, as I enter campus. I have on my dance top and shorts and my hipster tie-dye Oakley sunglasses. I am eating a Trader Joe’s snack bar and holding a large bottle of cold Trader Joe’s electrolyte water, and am walking with a cool green backpack on my back, and my dirty blonde hair in a messy bun on top of my head.
Two black guys are walking towards me. The larger of the two, a very large and very dark guy, asks me how I’m doing and what I do here. I tell him that I go to school. He asks if I do any sports or anything, because I look like I do long-distance running; I look very thin and fit. I say that I did. He says that ‘you see there, I was right – you look like it’. I notice that I’m also wearing running shoes – the ones I used to wear for all my walking and bike riding at my Japan job – and that I haven’t just been doing exercise, despite my complete outfit for it. He hands me a flyer while saying that they hope I can join them on the 20th, and then I continue onward. Based on the flyer, it looks like some sort of DJ dance party with stereotypical black advertising and expected attendees. Not that I’m opposed to the party, but I’m not exactly the target audience of the flyer, making it surprising that this guy would have stopped to invite me…I mean, did he see me? Again, not opposed to it. I’m in full support of it. I’m just a little surprised by it. However, I recall that this is a college campus, so they’re probably inviting just about any girl they can find (who doesn’t look like a total nerd, that is), and my surprise lessens significantly.
After a few hundred yards of walking onward, I see what I originally think is a dead snake on the ground. As I approach it, I see that it is a strand of weave, of false hair. A gurgling chuckle rises within me. This is definitely not my typical territory, and I feel as though my thoughts of being stereotypical white bread have just been proven by my surroundings of very much black culture – not to mention the fact that almost everyone I can see is black to some degree – showing up in stark contrast to me.
And then I remember that I also am wearing a drape-y scarf, despite the fact that it is still technically summertime. I’m even more white bread than I had thought.
To this day (literally), I still practice the t-shirt uniform stretching technique taught to me by my heterosexual, male cousin, back in the days when he first started sewing.
It’s spectacularly genius, and it never fails to give that perfect uniform stretch and proper shaping.
(Funny how many of those are not words often found together in a sentence about the same person, isn’t it?) 😛
Today, I got to have a miniature taste of what it’s like to be rich and/or a fashion model, and it was colorfully fabulous.
We went to the Oscar de la Renta exhibition at the Museum of Fine Arts today. Inside the exhibit, a display said that Oscar de la Renta deigned his clothes so that they would inspire women. I certainly was inspired looking at the outfits alone – I was filled with some kind of hope, delight. And now, afterward, I want, more than ever, to make my own clothes. And I want to have a cape on at least one dress. If he did it, then I definitely am allowed to do it, right? I want capes and cloaks.