Truth be told, I am just back from dinner with Craig, my erstwhile co-worker, menswear designer extraordinaire, and someone whose wit, much like the pace he keeps while marching along those northern hemisphere streets, I have to trot to keep up with – kind of like a gym for my sense of humour, without the mirrors or the muscle marys. And as much as I love working à la lone ranger, I do miss arriving at work – late – in a post peak-hour-commute cranky mood, only to have him say something so naughty and funny that I throw my head back and laugh like a hyena – in fact on one occasion, throwing my head back with such gusto I put my neck out and had to seek chiropractic assistance. I do not get the same joy from Patsy – blog namesake and beloved cat – who has nothing but disdain for me. And it only makes me love her more.
On another subject and social outing entirely, I can’t stop thinking about a jacket I saw at my friend Carrie’s exhibition opening last week. It was worn by the lovely Bronwen, who unfortunately turns out to be a friend of my friends, so there was no chance of ripping it off her back and running full tilt down the street with it. Quelle disappointment.
Like all good items of clothing, the jacket has a story, and comes from a place far away – Edinburgh in fact. Apparently there is a little store in a little street at the back of Princes st, run by a designer called Joey D. On the walls hang an array of pants – army pants, jeans, racing pants, etc, from which you select one to have Joey D re-model into a very very cool jacket, made to your measurements. On this occasion the jacket actually came up a little small so Joey found a Marilyn Monroe screenprint out back, and simply sliced a panel right through the centre back, somehow making this mistake look even better. Tricky.
As Bronwen and I seem like approximately the same size, I’m hoping to engage her in a game of poker and win the sucker off her back. As soon as I learn to play poker.
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CRAIG FREAKEN WEBB - AH,HA! 09.21.09 at 3:34 pm
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! I am squealing like a 4 year old child at the delight of having my name up in lights again!! The flattery! The praise! I always wondered how you threw your neck out that time??? And here I was thinking it had something to do with a tall, dark & handsome stranger?? Oh wait………..
Patsyfox 09.21.09 at 5:31 pm
No that was the other time, duh! I really should have sent you the bill for being too funny…..
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