We wear future costumes.

future failed costumes.

First one cuff shed a ribbon of 50 year old fabric, and then the other did. The wearer ripped off the ribbons, handed them to me to dispose of and headed off to work.

Some of us are the same size as our grandparents were in 1984. Some of us have parents that never got the minimalism memo. Some of us get our joy centers sparked by every little scrap of fabric.

Some of us live in the center of that Ven diagram.

We know that an item of clothing can’t really be replaced. So we never throw anything away. Our decades-old clothing has to sit next to our new stuff and blend well enough.

Most designers and directors sit in the middle of that ven diagram.