On the same day, I learned of two bits of news that were related and un-related all at the same time, leaving me with mixed feelings. One, I learned that Riitta Immonen, one of the founders of Finnish textiles and clothing design, marimekko, had died, in late August. Two, I learned that institutional American door-to-door makeup company, Avon, had partnered up with marimekko to create limited-edition eye shadow and all-over face, fall palettes. The obit was reported in The New York Times; the product PR, tucked in the pages of Lucky. Two publications talking to two sides of my multi-faceted personality. Confusing? Not really, but I couldnâ€™t help but feel bad, guilty, happy and hopeful all at once.
The obit made me sad about life in general. How often do we hear of oneâ€™s life until it comes to an end? And how often do we only get the highlights and not the in-betweens, the things that were done before and after the bigger strokes the individual painted? All the scraps and bits that are usually on the cutting room floor of how that person was shaped, was changed and became oneâ€™s own aspiration.
But then, how does one find acceptance? Particularly, how could I be appeased by the news of Riittaâ€™s death with a picture of a compact? How can a material good be the closest thing to understanding a human being? And why is there guilt in trying to reach such a creative gesture, a worldly gesture, in coveting a little pressed pigment?
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The Stella McCartney Spring 2008 Collection for LeSportsac is on sale! Pretty ridic! Whatâ€™s more ridic is that the line didnâ€™t sell, or really, sell out. (Think Gwen Stefaniâ€™s limited edition 2004 L.A.M.B. collection.) I figure it must be the colour combos and print Sir Paulâ€™s daughter chose to do the line in, since Her fall collection is a huge departure from her spring worksâ€“all solids, in tame fall-fashion coloursâ€“purple (â€śsilenceâ€ť), black (â€śnightâ€ť) and greige (â€śbarkâ€ť).
Stella is however still adding a charm to all her bags and carryalls. The spring bunny is now being replaced with a fall deer. (Very Alison Goldfrapp.) And for those who want to hop on the animal bandwagon (I couldnâ€™t help it!) the old bunny backpack is a new deer rucksackâ€“screenprinted perhaps to look less Donnie Darko (Stellaâ€™s bunny bag missing facial details; entirely creepy) and maybe more Robert Bateman (all details, illustrated as an artistâ€™s working sketch).
Despite the real-life rendering, I still canâ€™t imagine how the deer rucksack will work. Not even on the runway. Not even on the oilily runway. Am I not haute couture enough? Tell me! I want my idea of the world of fashion to grow. Iâ€™m just not sure if I want it to grow into a deer rucksack.
Well, there is definitely one sure way to find out. The next LeSportsac stellaâ€™ sale! Take tote! (Iâ€™ll stop that now.)
I know Iâ€™m a bit late with this news (it took me a while to get to making a graphic for this post) but I LOVE LOVE LOVE that there will be another book added to The Hitchhikerâ€™s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. Truly amazing!
Colfer is probably best known for the Artemis Fowl series; which from many-a-disappointed-Harry-Potter fan, was a far superior read. My nephews will contest! (Airman is currently on my â€śHoldsâ€ť list at the library.)
I hope Colferâ€™s contribution to
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OMG OMG OMG! New Sarah Shun-Lien Bynum book out now! Ms. Hempel Chronicles! YES! She is my favourite! And that opinion is based on some fiction she wrote for Tin House and The New Yorker. (Iâ€™m not an easy sell. I just know great when I see it!) I have yet to get my hands on a copy of her first book, Madeleine is Sleeping, which was a finalist for the National Book Award and winner of the Kafka Prize. Regardless of merit, awarded or not, Bynum gets Aâ€™s in my books, and maybe one day, I can score some of my own in hers too.
I am, seriously, seriously considering taking her writing course at the
So. Who wants to put me up for a while? Seriously. This is one of my rare moments of extroversion here folks. Rarely do I raise my hand in the hopes of getting chosen. Iâ€™ll be the perfect house guest. Iâ€™m just saying. Think about it. (Youâ€™ve got three months). But not too much. My writing life hangs in the Bynum balance.
International business is ever-increasing. During the week of my visit, the shop has shipped to
Years ago, a young woman thought of a place where foreign papers could be sold. A place where if people â€ścould see and handle the paper, they too would believe in it and like it.â€ť Through perseverance, positivity and passion, the same principles endured and an institution was born. First in
Despite the changes on
The street started to define an upcoming, tony neighborhood. Head-hunters replaced hippies as the new working order. The crowd was younger and the artists were older. When the American retailers moved in, it became obvious: there was no going back.
At The Japanese Paper Place, two kinds of business had developed: the scrapbooking set and the experienced artists. One group needed help coordinating paper and card; the other, the subtle qualities of the paper. Satisfying both types of clients well, proved difficult. More importantly, for
In the new locale, business thrived. Distribution grew, locally and internationally. Workshops were being added and updated all the time. Teachers, from everywhere, started to arrive.
The shop was developing a reputation.
Artists werenâ€™t the only patrons. The general public was making their way too. The store had become an enclave of a greater phenomena:
Suddenly, the Japanese sensation had caught on.
East meets West, meets west.
West on Queen.
And so, as was always the case with
A shop had become vacant on
Immediately, workshops were underway. People had to learn about the properties of the paper. Lampshade making, bookbinding and portfolio classes grew popular. Don Taylor was one of the first instructors.
Artists found a rare resource. They embraced the tools, and
It does so to this day.
Business, was good. Five years after opening,
As a child,
During her visits,