Friday, 12 December 2014
I dropped by a box of old sweaters at Jun and Mixer's place a few months back. Some of them hand spun/knit and have lost their shape or I'm bored with the collar etc. Others are cheap uniqlo impulse purchases on a cold day. Jun cuts them up and makes something more exciting out of them. What a great service. Jun's sense of space and emptiness is very Japanese. I have another wedding on Saturday and wanted something formal and elegant. The black and grey together do the trick.
Hiro picked up a recycled/reformed sweater beauty the other day as well. Could there possibly be a sweater on the planet that could look better on this handsome guy? Winter hit suddenly a week back. A few days of strong winds and the leaves were off the trees. Some heavy frosts and even a snow flurry. Time to hibernate in this drafty old place. Bears with cool sweaters.
Mixer's hand stitched blankets are works that need time to absorb. The message is slowly released. The red sashiko threads run like blood in arteries throughout the work. Hundreds and hundreds of hours spent on a single piece.
Mark has a sign in his workspace: "No Commercial Potential." He was leaving last summer and I had to steal away and take him to meet my friends. The thought that they would not have met seemed an injustice to the universe. You know that feeling when you start crying and not understanding why? Then you realize that it because all is right, there will never ever be a moment like the one you are in and nothing is better than a few precious moments with friends.